The voices of the past
Are drowned by the sound of rock and roll
She turns up the volume
Just to find some escape
Wondering if things will ever go back to normal
The leaves are falling to the ground
Hinting at the changing of seasons
This used to be a time where she would be outside
But know things have changes she'd rather stay alone
And avoid those angry confrontations
That are going on underneath her bedroom
*Crash*
Something breaks
She's willing to bet it's another dish
But isn't curious enough to investigate
She is silent but troubled
She knows things have changed
And maybe not for the better