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"This house is not a home"
This isnt my home.
I dont belong here
I have no money
because i spend it all on things that i dont need
mostly the club.
Because thats the only place i feel free.
The club has become my life.
But even there,
Theres usually some sort of drama.
What kind of home
Doesnt welcome you?
Doesnt talk to you,
Doesnt look at you.
When they do talk to you,
When they do look at you,
Its only in disgust.
Its to put you down,
And make you even more upset,
Than you already am.
They complain you're not good enough.
They even say, " you disgust me".
And thats from your mother.
The one that made you.
The one that you have tattooed on your arm.
The one that you feel hated from.
The Father.
Loves to see us down.
Loves to see mom mad at us,
So she gives him all the attention.
That works, and plays on his computer.
The one that hasnt hugged you or said i love you
In years.
You get one hug a year,
And thats on your birthday.
I want a new home.
A home that always has sunshine.
A home that welcomes you.
I want to sit by the fireplace with the one i love
After a hard days work.
Sit at the dinner table,
And have a homecooked meal.
Fall asleep in his arms every night
And do it over and over again.
I have to move on,
Be away from this family for a while.
Maybe we all will understand eachother.
You may blame everyone else but yourself
On why you have to attend counseling
But YOU YOU YOU hit the cop
Noone took your hand and made you do it.
You went up to Acme and did it.
YOU.
Noone else.
Maybe you should have controlled your temper.
You could have walked away
And let it be over and done with.
But no.
YOU had to make it complicated.
Who has to go to counseling,
Noone but YOU.
Because YOU did it.
Noone else.
The ones who mess up,
suffer the consequences.
And thats what YOURE doing.
blame yourself.
I hope you all have a nice home.
Because it wont be the same without me here.
This isnt my home.
I dont belong here
I have no money
because i spend it all on things that i dont need
mostly the club.
Because thats the only place i feel free.
The club has become my life.
But even there,
Theres usually some sort of drama.
What kind of home
Doesnt welcome you?
Doesnt talk to you,
Doesnt look at you.
When they do talk to you,
When they do look at you,
Its only in disgust.
Its to put you down,
And make you even more upset,
Than you already am.
They complain you're not good enough.
They even say, " you disgust me".
And thats from your mother.
The one that made you.
The one that you have tattooed on your arm.
The one that you feel hated from.
The Father.
Loves to see us down.
Loves to see mom mad at us,
So she gives him all the attention.
That works, and plays on his computer.
The one that hasnt hugged you or said i love you
In years.
You get one hug a year,
And thats on your birthday.
I want a new home.
A home that always has sunshine.
A home that welcomes you.
I want to sit by the fireplace with the one i love
After a hard days work.
Sit at the dinner table,
And have a homecooked meal.
Fall asleep in his arms every night
And do it over and over again.
I have to move on,
Be away from this family for a while.
Maybe we all will understand eachother.
You may blame everyone else but yourself
On why you have to attend counseling
But YOU YOU YOU hit the cop
Noone took your hand and made you do it.
You went up to Acme and did it.
YOU.
Noone else.
Maybe you should have controlled your temper.
You could have walked away
And let it be over and done with.
But no.
YOU had to make it complicated.
Who has to go to counseling,
Noone but YOU.
Because YOU did it.
Noone else.
The ones who mess up,
suffer the consequences.
And thats what YOURE doing.
blame yourself.
I hope you all have a nice home.
Because it wont be the same without me here.