I want to go home so bad
But where is that?
Not in this place so sad
I've had enough work and chores
I'm done obediently taking orders
In this life
Winning is impossible
There is not end to the fight
If its not parents
Its cronies
If not cronies
Its phonies
And when you run out of fights to pick
Something else comes along
Something that makes you sick
Why can't we all just find our place of comfort?
Why can't we all be there from birth?
What's with this insane world
Making the pain and sickness unfurl
Everyone wants a place to call home
Everyone wants someone to freely roam
We all need help to live with life
But when we just get tired
Its more than a strife
A nagging obligation
A never ending run
When will the time for freedom be here
I'm so anxious
The insanity is near
When will i receive
Sweet, sweet relief
And have the freedom of belief
Without critics
Without challenges
And simply
Without judges
I want to be free
To express me
But in this life its so hard
To make it so I can deal the card
To ensure that the innocent win
Instead of well-known sin
I want to fly like a bird
Soar like an eagle
When I speak, to be heard
But not to be considered regal
I want to find my place in the world
Instead of having accusations hurled
I cant live in the place anymore
My life,
I need to restore...
