There is a place i go to hide There is a place where i wished i had died There is a place somehwere near Where i have often gone and cried
This place i tried to share But no one seemed to care To me it was magical Buf i didn't really dare
To hope that they could see Because this place encompassed me And wasnt about them It was where i had come to be
To be who i am now Its where i found Out who i truly was Its where my heart was bound
I went there often I havent been back I miss it That beautiful rooftop Where i would sit And cry Or wish i could die Or think about suicide Or where i would go When there was no one home And i could sit and think I miss my rooftop It was my place.
I use to climb on the roof all the time, especially when i was sad or depresses it was my special place, but the freezer i used to get up there has been moved and i miss it.