This
This has to stop
I can’t keep doing this
The yelling, arguing, and ignoring
Why can’t it end?
It’s frustrating going back and forth
Only to never come to peace
When will it end?
If only things went back to how they used to be
I can’t keep doing this
I can’t keep fighting between you and everyone else
They don’t care about me
They will say they do
They don’t
They aren’t even my family
A fake family, that’s what I have
They are not family
They never understand
You do
You might be one of the only ones who does
Yet we keep fighting
Fighting till no end
Why can’t we stop?
Fighting 535 miles apart
I wouldn’t be able to say those things to your face
You’re 535 miles away
It’s too far
When will the fighting end?
Tell me, because I don’t know
I want it to end
I can’t keep doing this
The fighting has to end
Before it ends us
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