this is what a rough childhood feels like

Clinton Kane - this is what a rough childhood feels like

Written by：Clinton Kane

Composed by：Clinton Kane

It's ten o'clock and the whispers startin

To realize what it always has been

All of the times where we'd sit in silence

The only reason that you'd stop fighting

For silly things like how the glass condenses

Onto the table we'd never forget this

Was it our fault to think we should've built fences

Around the wooden doors that would just make it

Harder for me just to blink

This anger we're surrounded

And holes deep not surfaces

Don't wanna end up like this

Mmm mmm

Mum

Mmm mmm

Mum

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Mum

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Mum

Where do I go when this place I call my

Home feels like the opposite I could ve sworn I

Saw you pushed her down

I stared had to leave this gaze prepared

Leave my bedroom clothes unfolded whats worst is you were unaware

That she was hurtin of all her things you had to break her

Like trees that started screaming out with names as thunder

Why did you have to take that ring were you just under

Just give it back and take our lives let this be over

Harder for me just to blink

This anger we're surrounded

And holes deep not surfaces

Don't wanna end up like this

Mmm mmm

Mum

Mmm mmm

Mum

Mmm mmm

Mmm mmm

Mum