Band was my way of coping
But why should I be happy
Our fights always end with slapping
You took away the one joy in my life
So that you could feel OK inside
And make me feel like I have no way out
Except to die
Does it hurt to hear these things
To know that I cry more than any amount of rain
I know Im never good enough for you
But let me be happy and leave without you.
I want to play my drum
And know that you wont be there to sing along
I want to have fun for once in my life
But you constantly try to bring your wife
I cant stand being around you
I no longer think that I love you
I cant wait to be 18
So that I can flee from all this misery
A misery that you fell when your all alone
The misery that I call being at home
