The walls in my house are thin.

They carry noises,

They carry voices,

And the angry shouts from the other room.

The walls in my house are thin.

I can hear the fights,

Clearly at midnight,

When I pretend to sleep.

The walls in my house are thin.

It's as if they don't exist,

And my hears cannot resist,

Listening to what happens on the other side.

                                                  --Written by moon-and-roses