I sat in my room crying,
Wishing you were here,
You could stop me dying,
By standing by, my dear.
But my parents won't let you,
They don't trust me enough,
They dread what I'd get up to,
Cos they know that I'm in love.
I'm slipping down at school,
My attitude's getting worse,
And this I come home to,
My life, a true curse.
It's too hard, being what they want me to be,
It ain't easy growin up in world war three,
Obviously,
They don't care about me,
I see...
You're the reason,
I'm still here,
And you're the only one,
That truly understands me.
With a gun to my head,
And tears blurring my eyes,
I wish I was dead,
And that's coming true tonight.
I know it's a lot to handle,
When you shouldn't have to deal,
Over the flames of a candle,
I watch my skin crack and peel.
I don't blame you for leaving,
This is not your problem,
So I hope you're not grieving,
Cos it's shouldn't be you, but them.
It's too hard, being what they want me to be,
It ain't easy growin up in world war three,
Obviously,
They don't care about me,
I see...
You're the reason,
I'm still here,
And you're the only one,
That truly understands me.
With a gun to my head,
And tears blurring my eyes,
I wish I was dead,
And that's coming true tonight.
