Little Toy Guns (5SoS adopted)

In between the coats in the closet, she held onto that heart shaped locket, staring at a family flawless. But it ain't a pretty picture tonight. Mom and daddy just wont stop it, fighting at the drop of a foetus, cuts throught the walls catastrophic. Shes cuaght in the cross fire. Puts her hands over her ears,she starts talking through her tear, shes saying, she praying. I wish words were like little toy guns,no sting no hurt no one. Just a bang bang rolling off your tongue. I wish words were like little toy guns.