Nothing more then slamming doors
A family war
I see when I close my eyes.

I hear their voices raising,
The rest are crying
Why won't these memories leave my mind?

I remember it all so clearly,
The nights that they both left.
Three little girls with no farther and their mother how she wept.

I long for the days that I can finally feel safe
But then again, they're all the same.
Tell you they care, but eventually walk away.

All I remember is the screaming voice
The glass how shattered with the slamming of the doors
And then they're gone.