Home broken heart mould

I look at your house, I wonder what goes on inside, when you have to cry yourself to sleep at night. Your parents fight, you donÕt know whoÕs wrong or right, have to cry yourself to sleep at night.
A broken home, a broken heart, when the two of them will have to part

Broken home, broken heart Ñ now you know how it feels to have to cry yourself to sleep at night