Im running away every day
More and more words to say
I guess things will never be okay

Water soon to be a hot commodity
Ten years at most till we trade bodys
For a drink and everyones an enemy

The elders scarred my back and ripped out my heart
Abusers who feathered and tarred every upstart
They partied while the childs life fell apart

I hate them all no love left, ***** soon to be in our court
But the ***** ****** flat and the coach said we fell short
We could've built a future but instead they made it sport

Well they won and their children lost
Never did care about us and that hurts the most
Or maybe what hurts is that I won't mourn the ghost