I live at home, im underage, i hate this house, its filled with bad memories
I share a room, with a younger brother, its ***** alot, this place is horrible
This house is filled, with so many rule, i cant breathe, without breaking one
I bound and restricted from everything i love, i cant do anything, that makes me smile
Leaving the house is considered a crime, do dishes is a must, i do everything
I need to get out, to get away from this place, i need to do something self destructive to cope with this hole
I need to see someone about my problems, i hate it, i wish i could leave, if i dont i might scream
This house is white, so much white, white walls, white floors, white halls, nothing matches
its filled with bad memories, it hate this house, im underage, I live at home.