I should warn you that it's depressing.
Okay, here we go...
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The House Next To Mine
He falls into the trap every night
I hear the crash, the screaming, the fight
The father cares for none but himself
In the house next to mine.
The little boy he cries every time
Victim of such evil at nine
And I don't dare to try and help
In the house next to mine.
Last night I heard the child ask why
His dad decided he had to die
This was the card the poor boy was dealt
In the house next to mine.
Three weeks and no-one knows of the crime
There barely lies a singular sign
I was too scared to stop the living hell
In the house next to mine.
He could've been saved, could've been helped
If I had cared for him above myself
He could've been saved, could've been helped
Could've been fine
After a while
Could've been saved, could've been helped
If I had cared for him above myself
He could've been saved
Saved from the house next to mine.
