How many times had you done this now?

How many times had you done the broken glass on the floor? the screaming and fighting? the crying?

It’s an endless cycle, yet you always found yourself drawn back in

You know you should leave yet you can’t, he can’t.. you both won’t

“Why are you still trying to save us?” Ghost was sat on the couch, head in his hands as he frustratedly gripped at his hair

“Why keep doing this?” he lifted his head and looked at you, a stern expression on his face