Momma was a saint, and Daddy was her soldier/
Both fighting with demons, trying to keep their composure/
Juggling jobs, bills, and the weight on their shoulders/

If she slipped up once, he'd scream until his throat hurt/
They had a child, a boy, age 14/
He was walking down the hall, then he heard from the porch swing/

"The kid, the house, are you out your mind?/
These little pointless fights aren't even worth my time/
We argue too much, we should just split/

This marriage between us, I'm done, I quit/
I can't take this, the risk is just too great/
And it's too far down the road to get a clean slate/

Don't make any excuses, I don't want to hear another/
Maybe things would have been different, if you were a better mother/
Well it's getting dark out here, and It's kinda storming/

I hope you don't sleep, you better be gone by morning"/

He was thrown into terror, his body met the floor/

His eyes slowly shut, and then he felt no more/
He thought it was over, he thought life was ending/
but little did he know, it was just the beginning/

He would spend hours locked in his room while he screamed/
His dad's hand @@#!ed back, ready to swing/
He towared over him, so scared he could hardly breathe/

so fell to the ground and pleaded from his knees/
"Daddy dont do this, i told you that I was sorry/
I didnt mean to be the reason for you to leave mommy/

if I could go back, I would! but its too late/
I guess it doesnt matter now, I already sealed my fate/
I made this family fall apart, im completely useless/

and before you say other-wise, look at these bruises/
I conceal them with new, fresh clothes from head-to-toe/
From the my hat to my wings, they would never know"/


We both live two lives, one public and one at home/
But what if a life of torture was the only life you know/

You tried to run, you saw the exit and it felt sweet/
You tried to run, and you got pulled back from your leash/
See these are the things, that will corrupt our youth/

Fill their minds with lies, and blind them from the truth/
But we have to stop it, before it's too late/
Protect the other kids from a black and blue face/

Give them something they've always wanted, not just needs/
Give them a nice fitting shirt, and wings on their feet/
Some use them as a cover up, or just for fashion/

Some use them to express their innerself, and express passion/
Because clothes and how you dress, describe who you are/
No matter the number bruises, cuts, or even scars/

You can hid with it, and block out the long nights/
Now ask yourself this, why do you think my clothes are nice./