Home Is Where You Make It

His screams and curses
Burn my ears
I lay there weeping softly
My head, in a puddle of my own tears

I try to escape
Find a happy place
I start to daze
I stare off into space

I try my very best
You just want and expect too much
I'm not that perfect child you dream about
Do you really even give a f???

You see the tears on my face
You ignore them as if you're blind
Every time I'm ready to talk
You never have the time

I'm stressing over everything
Even things I can't control
I'm so tired of caring
This "Its none of my business" s is getting a little old

You tell me not to worry about it
And that they're not my problems
But if I don't worry about it
Nobody else is here who cares to try to solve them

Everybody has an attitude
Everybody tries too hard
"Everybody this," Everybody that"
We all just need to be apart

"You choose the life you live"
Is an old saying
I don't think that's too true
Because "Home is where you make it."