Unnecessary arguments flow through the rooms
In this house of four where there's no control
Once when one takes a shot and make one situation worst
The rest comes crumpling down
Why?
Stubborn people who take in so much of their desire
To beat, to win, to become invincible
It's a childish thought to think that's what must happen
To get your way, as if it's the only way
So?
It once ruined my image of family and has begin burning
Burning the images of the young days, where everything was so new
Where happiness covered up reality, the sadness in this world
Such evidence will remain in the ashes of the image
And?
Once blown away, they will never connect
Never to be seen as a whole
Never again will it represent happiness
But only a reminder of what it was
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