We were born into a house of invisible entities My brother saw spirits Angels before he knew the word Ghosts in the doorway Demons in the closet I, ever hopeful saw nothing I was wishful thinking He was reckless action We were born into a family of mental pain A lineage of suffering and heartache Look here and see us huddled on the bathroom floor Look here and watch our screams pour from the seams of the house Listen close and hear the voices of the television play late into the night Distraction is the best medicine He was depression I was anxiety We were born into a world of contradiction Love where you came from But pain is where you came from Hold yourself close lest you lose it all My brother was letting go I was holding on too long Both of us were nothing more than ghosts in the doorway
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