Lemons used to be sweetTiptoe through this broken house,Lurk and creep and listen at doors,Hide a spy in this dysfunctional home,There's nothing safe in wanting more:More drama, more pain,More attention, more shame,More revenge, a dish turned sour,More, wanting more, needing more, more...Sticks and stones just might break bones,Fists can bruise your gorgeous flesh,A blade can scar, a flame can burn,But words are true weapons of war.Passive aggressive now aren't we clever,Dirty hands forgot to wear gloves,Threats on walls painted in blood andEvery surface a mirror of guilt, guilty ofMore drama, more pain,More attention, more shame,More revenge, a dish turned sour,More, wanting more, needing more, more...Sticks and stones just might break bones,Fists can bruise your gorgeous flesh,A blade can scar, a flame can burn,But words are true weapons of war.Are we happy, darling, with what we've done?Are we content with hiding and lyingLike a man on the run?My dear, misguided darling,You've