You were beaten and abused Left with a scar for life and ***** They told you no company and lock doors They never said strangers in elevators are nit to happen When parties and growing up should have mattered Nobody to tell or help so back to school you go Your parent dies upon and on you and the guilt seems to linger still Two major traumas you kept locked inside But you wore your key on your neck Did as you were told No friends Clean the house Do your homework by five Cook dinner pre microwave days This is our house and we do as we **** please Talk back and the strap comes out One look made that unnecessary but it, still looms Have they done a study about those kids Lonely kids with nothing but rules and regulations Have become artists in many walks of life That for them was the only thing to come out, from under Living and loving life Did that lanyard cord with a key around your neck make it wrong or right?