(TW: drugs, abuse, family issues)

The bat swings

Knocking down several vases

Rage fueled by dope

Screams echoing throughout the house

Bouncing off the walls covered in

Photos filled with artificial joy

Cries of pain and sorrow

Hoping for something better

For someone who will mourn when you die

But that’s hard to conceive

When you are constantly reminded

How much a pile of shit you are

Moans saturated in betrayal

Mother doesn’t know

Even if she did she wouldn’t care

She’s to busy trying to create

A picture perfect family

But sirens drown out any hope of that

As they drag my brothers broken body

Out of the wreckage

He had fried his brain trying to cope

Leaving me an only child

Nobody knows

How toxic we are

Nobody knows

How broken we are

Cause we’re just to good

At playing doll house