This Angry Silence

I hear my father shouting at my mother

In the room next door

He's always threatening to pack his bags

'Cause he can't take it anymore

And my brother's anorexic

But no one seems to care about the state he's in

And my sister's in a club, she's a barmaid in a pub

And my mother's full of ginCan you hear this angry silence?I spend the days on my own

Writing silly poetry

Writing poems for the girl I love

But she doesn't love me

And I'm scared to go out at night

It's not safe on the streets

And it's hard to disagree in today's society

You can't trust anyone you meetCan you hear this angry silence?Listen, listen, listen... this angry silence