I was raised in a house;
full of alcohol, and abuse.
I watched it everynight;
as my step-father, put his fist to use.

I'd watch my mother get beaten;
and cry out in pain.
But I couldn't do anything;
but watch and try to restrain.

Some nights i'd cry;
trying to comfort my little brother, too.
But I was a young girl;
and didn't know what to do.

As the years went by;
and we grew a lot older.
We picked up and left;
leaving him with nothing but a cold shoulder.

We all have a fucked up life;
from watching it happen for so long.
But being in it together;
is what made our bond so strong.
 
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