Midnight, lay my head on my pillow, listen to the screaming, man he's cussing, her like
a dog.
I live in 201, they're in 202, I say a little prayer, cause I've been there, and I stayed
too long.
I knocked on their door yesterday to see if everything was alright, he said everything's
just fine.
She just likes to cry, she likes to get her way, there's no reason for you to cry, everything's
okay.
These walls are paper thin, so if you hear her again, you'll know the reason why, she
just likes to cry.
Then today I was looking out my window, saw their little girl, out on the playground,
on the monkey bars.
So I walked down and saw her bruises, that's when he walked up, said girl shut up, and
get in the car.
With tears rolling down her face, she climbed up in that seat, and he turned and said to
me.
She just likes to cry, she likes to get her way, I told the girl to stay inside, but she
just had to play.
She's just like her mama, causing drama, now you know the reason why, she just likes to
cry.
I pulled in from work today, police cars parked outside, I heard them tell the officers as
I walked by.
She just likes to cry, she likes to get her way, I promised you I wouldn't lie, everything's
okay.
These walls are paper thin, so if someone calls again, you'll know the reason why, she
just likes to cry.
She just likes to cry.
So I turned around and put my head down, and cried.