.Holes in the wall from where the telephone was thrown
Kids in their bedrooms learning how to cope
There's beer in the fridge and blood in the sink
I did my best with the options given to me
So I sit by their beds, watching them sleep
And I feel ashamed; I brought them into this mes.
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