Getting out of here

I got some money in the handbag.
And a picture of my dearest ones.
I have nothing to lose now.
So i prepared my old stacked guns.

I'm leaving this house of misery.
This house filled with lies.
First thing in the morning tomorrow.
Without any tears or goodbyes.

I don't know where i'm going.
As long as i am out of here.
Prepared everything in the small car.
Food and clothes in the rear.

I just need to get out soon.
Before i kill myself in vain.
In case i do that.
I wrote a letter saying i was slain.

The streets might be kinder.
Than that house where the monsters rule.
A house so cold and uncomfortable.
People in it cruel.

I don't know where i'm going.
But hell i'm getting out of here.
The air is choking me.
I'll be wandering till my mind gets clear.

I got some money in my wallet.
And the pictures of my dearest ones.
Now in case some fools might attack me.
I got my old stacked, sturdy gun.

Those homeless people out there.
Who sleep on the streets cold and wet.
Might want to switch lives with me.
And get impressed with everything, i bet.

But i'd rather sleep on a pavement.
Than on a big luxurious bed.
Trade all that ample food on silver dishes.
For a simple cheese and bread.

It is peace of mind that ought to be valued.
Even if it meant sleeping on the streets.
Nor is peace of mind cars or money.
Or constantly paying reciepts.

Peace of mind is the luxury.
That cannot be found in things.
It is the prize that they have wished for.
Those emperors, queens and kings.

So, i don't know where i'm going.
But hell i'm getting out of here.
The air is choking me.
I'll be wandering till my mind gets clear.