• No mater what you do
    No mater how high the music is
    Or how tight the pillow is over your face
    Yor still hear the yelling
    The trowing of objects
    The slaming of doors
    And you feel the quietness after it
    Yor wish it would all just stop
    Nothing breaking
    The doors not slamming
    No errie silence
    But you know that it's not going to happen
    So you put up with this
    Over and over again
    Everytime he comes up