[Destruction]
The low roar of the anger begins
Trying to run from the storm
She asks why it matters
What a simple question she asked
How can it be so bad now?
Her painted on eyes, covered in wet rain
Is this what it's like to feel fake?
What was the point anyway?
Trying to hide the shame
Her hair falls into her face
This kind of silence was never her favorite
It's nothing like a usual Mommy and daughter love
Cuz Mommy's always "perfect" and she always messes up
A force to her arm
The crack of a fist meeting skin
The sound of love in her ears
Welcome home, my dear
