Another argument another fight,
Glass smashing in the night.
The cries the screams the whimpers the tears,
All because of our growing fears.
We've come to far to let it go,so we stay in our broken home.
Is it really worth all the harm and finding each other in another's arms?
It isn't you and it isn't me, it is the people we have caused each other to be.
So we fight another fight,and wake wake tomorrow like everything is alright.
But when night falls we both know it's time to cry over our broken home.