No matter how many tears I cry I still feel dead inside.
You know I've never really had a mother. The phone was truly like my father. Times like these are always spend, locked up in my room token without regret. I've fallen down with nothing to grip. So I travel back to that amazing trip. And when I awaken from my foggy dream I'm told I am a little girl in the bad drug scene. So what if I like to snort the line, give up on food days at a time. You were never there, so why you think I'm gunna listen? Why do you choose to care now? Ain't no way, no how. Don't throw your rules in my face. Don't wonder why I pull back from your embrace. Murder to the soul, a stab to the heart. Suck it up, this pain is nothing to what you've done to me. Crazed illusions of who you want me to be. But I don't care, you can't mold me. I'm not a puppet dangling from your possessed strings. You can't hold me down. And the power of breaking free is like nothing I've ever felt before. But somehow I've still trap myself in a world full of pretend. It's safe and far from you. My daily confusion will never end. When I cry the fog dries my eyes. Laughing uncontrolably at all the lies, me walking away is no surprise. But tonight I give up. I'm ready to die.