When the shades have been pulled shut
this house is haunted
It's so pathetic
It makes no sense at all.
I'm ripe with things to say
The words just rot and fall away.
What Stupid poem could fix this home
I'd read it every day
So here's your holiday
Hope you enjoy it this time
You gave it all away
It was mine
So when you're dead and gone
Will you remember this night. Twenty years now lost
Its not right
Their anger hurts my ears
Been running strong for seven years
Rather than fix the problem. They never solve them
It makes no sense at all
I see them every day
We get along so why cant they?
If this is what he wants and this is what
She wants
Then why is there so much pain?