They say high school is the time for finding yourself.

I only found you,
but I think that's enough.

You deserve to be worshipped
No, you should be slain
Your memory will live on
Your memory shall be the root of all evil
I wish I could call you my hero
*But I could barely call you my dad

I fell in love with a drug addict
I even bore his child
He sobered enough to kiss her cheek
and then left me, once again, in the wild

I fell in love with him for who he be
and this love left me feeling e'er so lone
when the drug wore off and he loved just me
I fell in love with his troubled own

I fell in love with the wrong sort of lad
One minute he's here yet the next is a blur
I feel so ashamed as my child cries "where's dad"
I don't know baby, he's probably with her

This man whom I love
he should not be a father, he should be kicked
the man whom I love is a disgrace of all others
I fell in love with a drug addict

When all has been personally ripped from your grasp
only then do you have the right to say,
What is there left to lose?

**Unless that right is taken from you, too

In Sunday school they taught me
that each and every hair
represents God's creation.

In Elementary school they taught me
that each and every hair
could be trimmed unevenly by rusty pink scissors.

In Middle school they taught me
that each and every hair
need be pulled back properly during gym class if seen as a disturbance.

In High school they taught me
that each and every hair
should be blue or green or purple, just anything but ordinary.

In Beauty school they taught me
that each and every hair
make all the difference, and what you become of them is a masterpiece.

At Graduates school they taught me
that each and every hair
represents the stress that you carry day by day.

After school they taught me
that each and every hair
Is useless as it adds to the problems you already carry.

A house is where my bed lays with a pillow
and fresh linen
A house is where I spend my nights
and although it may have kin in
A house is just a space in which
to hang the pretty lights
A house is not a home
unless I have you in my sight