• When my parents are home
    It doesn't feel like home
    It feels like jail
    But there is no bail
    There is no way out of the darkness

    My life doesn't matter
    All that does is my fathers
    i feel like a slave
    but i can't be brave
    Can't be free
    There is no way for love to be
    There is no such thing as love

    All they do is yell and scream
    every time we try to dream
    i wish they were gone
    that would be the bomb
    if they die, they'll haunt me

    friends they'll take away
    there is no time for delay
    Every time i go to bed
    there is always the dread
    that they'll kill me in my sleep

    I want my friends
    but it always seems to end
    it never seems to end the place they call my home