They have no idea.
Driving past my old house,
A sorrow that's no longer here,
The new owners are making fun memories now,
They probably have no idea,
That once behind those windows,
There was a world, so different from theirs,
There was so much fear and anger,
Today, no one really cares,
When I look through those windows,
My soul pours out and cries,
I was supposed to live there, happily ever after,
But my whole life was build on lies,
My parents lied, I had to lie,
They ripped lifes apart, it was goodbye,
My sisters were hurt, my father died,
And I bet the devil itself has cried,
For things happened there, so evil,
No one could bare the truth,
But when it ended, it ended everything,
Also my childhood, and my whole youth.
The screams, the blood, the sound of violence,
It's running through my veins,
The scares, the hurt, the never ending misery,
It caused me to live with permanent stains,
I see a house, with so little good memories,
But it's all stuck, so deep inside of me,
And the new owners, have a new life inside those walls,
No...I bet they have no idea.
Mickey Heart
| Auteur: Me-randa |  
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| Gepubliceerd op: 06 november 2016 | ||
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