May 21, 2005 16:00
i hate my life... i used to think that it was great, and i had the best parents in the world... but im now confident that i was mislead. i am 14 years old... not 7, im deidra, not my sister, im DEIDRA, yes i may be the product of my parents but i am my own person, with my own personality. why am i not trusted. i cant even ride my sister on the four wheeler... bc im not repsponsible enough??wtf... im not a baby, compared to other ppl, i am very mature for my age, and it really bothers me that if i mess up all the sudden im a brat, or im immature... yes i am mature, but im 14 i mean goddamnit it pisses me off cusz im goin through shit uve never went through and i swear to god that one day im gonna flip on them and leave or something,, and they are gonna regret all thses things theyve done to hurt me. its so hard to see that they dont realize how much they are scarring me. and see, i have no one to run to when i need to talk... im the ventilator for everyone else... but when im crying.. theres no one there to listen... what am i sposed to do?
*I keep tellin myself this is the right thing to do
I was wastin her time, waitin on dreams that just weren`t comin true
And this old highway seems to understand
Leadin me on to somewhere that no one knows my name
I got the window rolled down, I got the radio up
I`m doin all I can to get my mind off us
What I need to do is turn this car around
Drive as fast as I can til I see the lights of our hometown
And run to her, take her in my arms
Make her see how sorry I am, well that shouldn`t be so hard
But I drive on, and on, and on
Eighty-seven more miles gets me into Baton Rogue
There`s a buddy of mine who said he might find some work that I can do
Maybe head up north to Knoxville, Tennessee
I know my baby sister, has got a couch where I can sleep
Now the sun`s goin down on my broken heart
Lord, I gotta get back before I go too far
What I need to do is turn this car around
Drive as fast as I can til I see the lights of our hometown
And run to her, take her in my arms
Make her see how sorry I am, well that shouldn`t be so hard
But I drive on
Yes I drive on, and on, and on
Knowin what I need to do
Girl, I`m comin home to you
Knowin what I need to do
Girl I`m comin home to you
I`m comin home to you
Knowin what I need to do...