Trouble down on my own street
Domestic violence on repeat
Smashed up doors and yelling again
Some say you are insane
But I don't think so I love you
When you are smiling I am too
The only troubles I have are yours
Please just make them end
Until they find you something that cures
I hide away at friends

I was saved by the bell
or rather saved by [bad word] Because it didn't kill me
no it rather drilled me
To be doing well

My friends look forward to friday night
While I am anxious
for the weekend fights
In a small apartment
there's nowhere [bad word] When chaos has begun
I hold my ears to dull the noise
But I can still hear your loud voice
I hide under my bed 'til it's gone
Why can't you get along?

I was saved by the bell
or rather saved by [bad word] Because it didn't kill me
no it rather drilled me
To be doing well

I was saved by [bad word] and now I'm doing well
It didn't kill me then
It will not kill me now.