I’m tired of living here
Trapped in constant sorrow
Who cares if there is a tomorrow!

All this anger in my head
Always laying in my bed
I never leave
I’m trapped at home
I’m tried of this feeling

The paint on my wall is peeling
I see the same four walls
The same old tattered blinds on my window
They shut away all the light of the day
So I sit at home and decay
In this room...

I say “hey mom I’m tired of being here”
alone trapped at home
You’re always gone mom

And.......

I’m starting to think you’d be better off if I was too....