I don't think you realize
Why I never come home
Why I sometimes don't
Even pick up the phone.

Things start out nice
But quickly go bad
Can't you see
That YOU make me sad

I can't see my sisters
Without spilling tears
I've wanted to leave
For over 18 years.

Now that I'm finally free
And I don't have to hear you yell
Im growing up and finding "me"


I guess home isnt always
Where my heart will be.

But maybe, just maybe
That was never my home
Maybe just maybe
It will be one day.