This weekend i am leaving
I am getting far away from this place...

I know im sad
I know im hurt...

This feeling is horible
The feeling wont go away...

Dieing a little more each day
I guess they knew what they were doing...

I wasnt ready to come home
I tend to rush things...

You tell me you love me
THen dad why are u always trying to hurt me...

What do you want me to say?
It has been so long...

Its so hard
All i want to do is get high...

Days pass
I still think about "us" that didnt last...

I wish people could see what i see
I wish people could hear what i hear...

You told me we needed to talk
You said my eyes told u im not ok...

As im sitting here
The room closes in around me...