this is what a rough childhood feels like

It's ten o' clock and the whispers startin To realize what it always has been All of the times where we'd sit in silence The only reason that you'd stop fighting For silly things, like how the glass condenses Onto the table we'd never forget this Was it our fault to think we should've built fences Around the wooden doors that would just make it Harder for me, just to blink This anger we're surrounded Holes deep not surfaces Don't want to end up like this Where do I go when this place I call my home Feels like the opposite I could've sworn I Saw you pushed her down I stared had to leave this gaze prepared Leave my bedroom clothes unfolded What's worst is you were unaware That she was hurtin of all her things u had to break her Like trees that started screaming out with names as thunder Why did you have to take that ring were you just under Just give it back and take our lives let this be over Harder for me, just to blink This anger we're surrounded Holes deep not surfaces Don't want to end up like this