Same Old

by MissAlotta   Feb 15, 2006


Everytime I Come Home To the Same Old Mess,
Lying in Past Regrets,
Drowned In Awakening Tears,
Scared of Deadly Threats

A Pound on the Forehead,
A Slap on the Face,
I wont let go,
Best Times I Embrace

When I Get my Daily Beating,
I Remember Just One Thing,
My Loving Dead Parents,
My Heart Begins to Sting

"I Wish They Were Here,"
"I Wish They Were Here,"
I Repeat Over and Over,
This Life I Fear

Just one Visit,
Each and Every Year,
I Sit By Their Tombstone,
I Drop a Tear

"Please, Come Home!"
"I Hate this Life!"
"I'll Kill Myself!"
So I Take out My Knife

"This Way We Can Be Together!"
"Finally, Ill Be WIth You Guys,"
Blood Spills Out of Me,
Never to Say Our GoodByes

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