when the pain gets loud you gotta sing louder
who likes domestic dispute?
her heart wears the scars and a bruise from abuse
cries for help but her family couldn't hear
so she's clawin' at the face of a demon in the mirror
will the stars ever align
or winds up fallin' to her knees
usein' drugs as a band aid
champagne bring snakes to her landscape
barefoot and broken glass
dancin' while the band plays
hard to sing your favorite song with a sad face
gotta treat it like a drag race
things are gonna get easier
things are gonna get easier
things are gonna get easier
things are gonna get easier
then drown out all your pain
things are gonna get easier
things are gonna get easier
she was only five when her uncle first touched her
step mother don't love her
her whole life she would suffer
she was 17 when she first fucked for some money
it's so easy for you to call a girl a whore
when you don't know nothin' about her except what she wore
while you sit on your throne
you don't know that poor girl
shit's so real i had to write it in a song
who do you think is right or wrong?
they blame it on her but what about the man spendin' his families money
cheatin' on his wife all along
things are gonna get easier
things are gonna get easier
things are gonna get easier
things are gonna get easier
then drown out all your pain
things are gonna get easier
things are gonna get easier
things are gonna get easier
things are gonna get easier
things are gonna get easier
things are gonna get easier