Domestic

Why'd you have to act on your anger?
 Add a story of hurt to your name
 Wide open space, you figured you grow
 Trust me now, you were stronger then
 Before you gave into despair
 Traded your pride in for shame
 From the passenger seat, you'll look out in fear
 But there's no one to confide in
 Pray on the defenseless, call it strength of the lowest order
 Pray on the defenseless, and I'm glad I saw just how far you could drop off
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 Why'd you have to age and grow cynical
 With small men who still cling to your name?
 Clawing and fighting out towards the door
 Which you've blocked with your white hot anger
 Pray on the defenseless, call it strength of the lowest order
 Rage takes the place of your once strong control
 That you reach for with trembling hands