Screaming, yelling, another broken glass,
Lamp on the floor and pictures smashed against the wall.
I swirl my wine glass and smoke my cigarette, thinking about how we got here again,
it all started one day and it just continued from there.
Curse words and fist in the wall,
constant fistfights, love doesn’t live here anymore.
I feel so alone in this abandoned home.
Tired of this shit; the lies, the tears, the hurt, the fear,
maybe I should be alone because that’s how it is most the time anyway.
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