i hate nights  
i  hate the fight and this town
its coming from all around
while im stuck in a room to hear the sounds
hes going crazy again
its so hard to contain myself
so i just stair at the shelf
its one thing to focus on while he goes on and on
i hear him
hes yelling and messing with something
but to me its nothing its normal
im scared
i remember the love we once shared
maybe one day it will come back
living homeless  would be better then love that lacks
but for now as i lay here listening to the noise
praying that one day i can enjoy life
but untill then im stuck in this room
listening to this gloom
one day it will change while i fall asleep
counting sheep goodnight word
maybe one day one day this will change and nothing will be heard