When I was young,
I would always cry.
Mom, Dad, always fighting,
I guess, so was I.

I’d just close my eyes,
and try to fall asleep.
Oh, it was sad.
Now I see, how it’s made me what I
am and feel today.

Now I see, what it does to them and
how we battle through each day.
Are you crying?
Do you feel alone?
Are you crying?

The pain is getting old.
A friend of mine used to live,
live next door.
Then his dad kicked him out.

Kid was bad, but nothing more.
He just closed his eyes,
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and tried to fall asleep.
Oh, it was sad.

Now I see what it’s made them,
What they are and feel today.
Now I see why it becomes the end,
As they battle through each day.

Are you crying?
Do you feel alone?
Are you crying?
The pain is getting old.

O holy rule has not seemed
to matter.

Shall we be forgiven?
Forgiven we shall be.
Are you crying?
Do you feel alone?
Are you crying?
The pain is getting old.

O holy rule, does not seem to matter.