there is a sound from the kitchen
and it's a sound he's heard a thousand
times before
when he hears his mother crying
he runs away and hides inside his room
but there is no escaping
the anger in his father's voice
and when the tears are falling
he falls down to his knees and prays
just hold me and love me
touch this child of love
and try your best to save this
broken home
his little arms are black and blue
and there's a little cut right
under his eye
every night he lies awake
and from downstairs the fighting
starts again
have you forgot the reason
why this little child was born
cause if you go on fighting
you'll destroy this family
just hold him and love him
touch this child of love
and try your best to save this
broken home
stop fighting stop hurting
try to love again
and do your best to save this
broken home
if you ever hold him tight
and let him feel your love again
you will make him smile again
just hold him and love him
touch this child of love
and try your best to save this
broken home
stop fighting stop hurting
try to love again
and do your best to save this
broken home
I can't seem to fight these feelings
I'm caught in the middle of this
And my wounds are not healing
I'm stuck in between my parents
I wish I had someone to talk to, someone I could confide in
I just want to know the truth, I just want to know the truth
Want to know the truth ...
Broken home, all alone
I know my mother loves me
But does my father even care if I'm sad or angry?
You were never ever there when I needed you
I hope you regret what you did
I think I know the truth, your father did the same to you
Did the same to you ...
I'm crying day and night now
What is wrong with me?
I cannot fight now, I feel like a weak link
Crying day and night now
What is wrong with me? I cannot fight now, I feel like a weak link
Push it back ... inside
Push it back ... inside
(A weak link)
Push it back ... inside
Push it back ... INSIDE!
Broken home, all alone
It feels bad to be alone
Crying by yourself, living in a broken home
How could I tell it so all y'all could feel it?
Depression strikes hard like my old earth would tell it
To me, her son, she told me I'm the one
Pain bottled up about to blow like a gun
Stories that I tell are non-fiction
And you can take it back cause it's already done
BROKEN HOME!!!!! (x2)
Can't seem to fight these feelings, caught in the middle of this
And my wounds are not healing, stuck in between my parents
