This isn't a Family

All around me, walls are crumbling Leaving me nothing but dust and ashes How can I survive in a world Made of sorrow and dust? You think you are strong That you can never be wrong But maybe you should concede That this time you've made a mistake What the devil has gotten into you The Devil? Do you enjoy bringing more sorrow Into this world? Is it just me Or is that a smile on your face As you watch us fall apart Beneath you Soon I too will become Nothing but ashes Will you smile then too and say; “Shh this is a family, don't go telling the rest.” Does your family live like this? One day you'll fall apart And we'll smile and say; “We'll tell, this isn't a family.”