Crying, Screaming
That’s the sound of fright
To you, it’s a game
To others, it’s a fight
Cuz when your home life
Isn’t alright
The crying and screaming
Could be the end of your life
Your scars and bruises
That you hide with makeup
So people don’t know
What you're made of
Fire and fear
Death and destruction
Because your home life
Was full of corruption
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC
Crying, Screaming
That’s the sound of fright
To you, it’s a game
To others, it’s a fight
Cuz when your home life
Isn’t alright
The crying and screaming
Could be the end of your life
Your scars and bruises
That you hide with makeup
So people don’t know
What you're made of
Fire and fear
Death and destruction
Because your home life
Was full of corruption
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