We're all walking around with our heads held high.
But we're broken and we just want to cry.
Family first it's what I've always been taught.
But what happens if it's within the family? My heart is in knots.
The screaming, the yelling, the low blows.
Everyone's pouring over and letting their feelings show.
I don't know how to stop it.
I swear I'm trying to help.
But how do you fix a broken family?
One that nobody can help.
My life is a mess.
But I won't say why.
I bet they all want me to confess.
Which is why I said goodbye.
Happiness. . It doesn't exist.
Not in this world and not like this.
Sure go ahead judge me for what I do.
But honestly what's it to you?
People don't know my struggle when it comes to just being at home.
Because a broken family can't be fixed, it's not something I'd condone.
So try as you will to understand.
Come on and try, but know where you stand.
See I'm the one, who tried, to break up those fights.
But stress takes its toll, and depression likes to bite.
