People walking all around me "I am trapped" they bump and they push me "I'm not here" everyone rushes as I stand stairing at the lives and stairing at the nothing
Every day that rotten door, oh how I hate that squeaking noise mother crying on the floor, she can't take this all no more
Everyday's the same, father drinking and cheating arguments begin with harmless words but end with deadly silence everything crushes down on me against the wall we lose it all and then in bed we lose our minds
The girl who want's to avoid being her fathers child takes to drinking and cheating to save herself from feeling so she won't hurt herself like her father hurt her
what a dreary blank expression that I carried on my face as the breeze kissed my neck slightly more than I would have liked
I felt cold it's time to go inside but before any sight of motivation would reach my apathetic mind I sit there, cold thinking, nothing I'm thinking nothing because I don't want to feel a thing
3 o'clock AM those nights that I lay awake in bed staring at the ceiling
I'm done, time to leave with the flicker of the lights on my back time to leave stairing into nothing, just one thing on my mind there's me and this house, and now it's time to leave last time I see this rotten door, this cold and empty house
this is another escape
I wanted to run but I could not move I fall to the ground I close my eyes darkness surrounds me