Family shouldn't hurt like this (acoustic -Cover) скачать в хорошем качестве

Family shouldn't hurt like this (acoustic -Cover)

Family shouldn't hurt like this (acoustic Cover) - Lyrics The pain that begins with family never truly ends, It hides in your chest, it shows up when you least expect. I was just a kid, trying not to break, Calling that place “home” felt like a mistake. People look from the outside, say, “You had it good.” Big house, clean clothes, nice place, good food. But they never saw me shaking in that dark small space, Trying not to cry so I wouldn’t “disgrace” the place. Now I’m older, but the past still talks, I hear their voices in my head when I try to walk. They said I’m ungrateful, said I turned cold, Cause I pulled back, set lines, didn’t do what I was told. They don’t see the nights I’m awake with the lights off, Rain on the glass, heart heavy, pain too much to brush off. Thinking, “Is it my fault? Was I too weak?” Or did I just want a place where I could finally breathe? A family whose members mean less then friends- i.e. new housemates, Living side by side uncomfortable, out of place. Same roof, same walls, but no real ties Just people- strangers in the way, having to reject all the lustful goodbyes. Another night, same ceiling, same bed, Rain on the glass while I replay what they said. House full of people, but I still felt alone, Funny how you can feel homeless inside your own home. They said, “Respect your parents, they gave you everything.” Yeah, sometimes they gave/withheld food, and they also gave too much pain i can't take, not even to explain. Another night, same ceiling, same bed, But now I’m learning not to let them live inside my head. Maybe home isn’t where I came from, but where I heal, Where love doesn’t cut, and my fear can finally kneel. Just because they’re family doesn’t mean they’re safe. I’m still broken, but I’m walking to a safer place. Family shouldn’t hurt like this. I’m done blaming myself for the scars they missed. Blood doesn’t mean I’m safe just because we coexist. I think about birthdays, fights after cake, Smiles in photos that were all mostly fake. I ask, “Am I bad for wanting to feel safe?” And the tears say “no,” but the doubt still stays. I’m was and are still tired of pretending it was all okay, Tired of saying, “It wasn’t that bad,” just to keep them safe. This is me finally saying out loud what I never could: It wasn’t love if it didn’t do me any good. Family shouldn't hurt like this. (compelled to do this song) because I relate to it most, changed/altered sections.)