I see how you look at me
I'm just another girl...

We have a past together
It means something to me...

Our house is a broken home
We're not a real family...

Talking and laughing about what we've done
Drugs, boys, how far we've gone...

My sports car
Is a nice off red...

The walls are starting to buckle
My world is caving in...

His screams and curses
Burn my ears...

I've gotten to the point
Where I'm becoming impatient...

As I lose energy
I think of when I wished to die...