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The rain pounds on my windowsill
The thought of you and the rain make me remember the good in life
My world at home tumbles apart
It slowly gets worse everyday
The walls of my room close in after a while
Sometimes there is no other way to get away
I keep my head held high all through the day
To hide the pain and misery inside
I hate the word home
It just means more tears and hate
I feel alone through the moments of my days
My nights aren't better, the dreams, terrible
i have no one to turn to
I have to pretend to be Strong so I won't let them down
No one should be burdened with worry for me
I'll just fake a smile instead of breaking down in your arms and crying carelessly so It can all be okay!