A fret a frown A cold set of souls Five. If I wanted to be specific A prayer a wish a sink with everything but a clean dish Your nonsense rules The hate You all Preject- So Far from wrong So hateful beyond anyones worse dreams Creaky disgust stained wood floors- Unprotective walls - Soundproof Is NOt existant I hear what you all say So Far from wrong
Broken Hinges Encouragement so unsuccessful It Lingers in all the corners - God. This F A M I L Y I promise you, IT is anything but That I Am their Doormat -
So far From Wrong, Every Second spent in this house every breathe taken in this house was a second too long and is a gasp for air
Even a Bulldoser couldnt fix this . Nothing In the world could ever Make this family right.