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I wonder sometimes,
If it's too difficult to have a family that actually cares.
I've been standing alone and I'll keep on doing it,
But, I ask God to answer my prayers.
I found home outside the house,
And coming back here is a pain.
I'm sick of the constant drama,
Being here is insane.
Image of a family shattered,
as a portrait splashed with black paint.
Everyone behaves like a victim,
But they're far from being saints..
So I wonder sometimes,
About this portrait splashed with black paint.