The way he-used a knife,
But she wore heels-
While I seen blood down his face.

She yelled,I cried-
she hated then hated more.

The hate became late.
A hit became a bit.

While I became mix-
she had pain that made Gains,
into love.

Hits became harder
while fights became stronger.

A tear turned into cries-from hate.

But all you need to know is laugh and tears-
happen in the same house.