As I lay here all you can hear is the muttered words that are spoken with anger and are directed at one another.
You try not to listen in but it's too hard
Those muttered words seem to get louder and louder
Not even the blasting of you favorite rock song though your headphones can toon out the loud angered muttering.
As one walks away you think the muttering has finished but your wrong the aftershock is yet to come
She walks away to her room as he slowly stumbles behind
Hiding herself behind a locked door he tries to enter all you hear is a "what"
He says "I want to get my bags" he goes in packs a bag and then the muttering begins again...
The once quiet house? Home? Not sure what to call it, was broken with the slam of the front door as he left
What did he leave behind? not sure maybe what he once called a family was now his past never to be seen
