The story
A perfect front lawn hides the cracks underneath.
A house stands behind the white fence, its porch dressed for the picture of forever, with the windows lit and the lawn kept neat. Inside, the smiles stay in place while the little things go unsaid, and the dream of a perfect home starts to look like work. The pickets stay white, but the quiet between them grows louder.
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Lyrics
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