Clinton Kane - This is what a rough childhood feels like

^Cit’s ten o clock and the whispers startin ^Amto realize what it always has been ^Gall of the times where we’d sit in silence ^Fthe only reason that you’d stop fighting ^Cfor silly things, like how the glass condenses ^Amonto the table we’d never forget this ^Gwas it our fault to think we should’ve built fences ^Faround the wooden doors that would just make it

^Amharder for me, just to blin^Fk ^Cthis anger we’re surrounde^Gd ^Amholes deep not surfac^Fes ^Ccan’t end up just like thi^Gs

^Cwhere do I go when this place I call my ^Am7home feels like the opposite I could’ve sworn I ^Gsaw you pushed her down I stared had to leave this gaze prepared ^Fleave my bedroom clothes unfolded what’s worst is you were unaware that^C she was hurtin of all her things u had to break her ^Amlike trees that started screaming out with names as thunder ^Gwhy did you have to take that ring were u just under ^Fjust give it back and take our lives let this be over

^Amharder for me, just to blin^Fk ^Cthis anger we’re surrounde^Gd ^Amholes deep not surface^Fs ^Ccan’t end up just like thi^Gs