She looks down at the broken bottles
And notices how it resembles her life
She cries softly in the shadows
And tries to be the silent battered wife
When she crawls next to her broken child
She tries to protect her innocence inside
When she peeks into see her drunken husband
She fights the anger built up in her mind
When she finally finds a peace to sleep
She’ll close her eyes in pain
Is this the woman I’ll always be
The one of a broken family

 
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