They're fighting again
He stomps upstairs
In a normal routine
What are parents these days?
I hide, pretend to sleep
Silence fills the room
Keeping back the tears
What is a teenage life these days?
Just stupid problems
That build up, explode
I hate this life
What if I ran away?
Someone once told me
Dad is a daughters first love
I don't believe that anymore
What is love these days?
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