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  1. There was a girl, crazed look in her eyes. So much had happened throughout her life. Mommy on drugs, daddy always away. Growing up fast, struggling with the pressure. There was a girl so innocent and sweet. Only a matter of time and she'd start to be beat. Home everyday to the lectures and screaming. "Go get changed and start the cleaning!" Momma always said work comes before school. Slowly her grades plumeted to 0.2. Mommy's a drunk now and she never sees dad. Different men being brought home, moms new lovers she assumes. They start out alright but as time goes by, they are just as abusive as mommy.. Its a never ending fucking fight! Mom not coming home for multiple nights, leaving her kids but to her it's alright. Not that they minded because that was their break, but when she came home wasted as ever. Things would get bad and it never gets better. Guilt trips pulled, it's all their fault. Never the moms.. isn't she supposed to be the adult? There was a girl so hurt and broken. Filled inside with countless emotions. She thought about so many things she should say. But when it came down to it in her mind it remaind. Downhill the further she went, imprisoned in her own self resentment. Depression, Anxiety, and post traumatic stress disorders were next. Then came self mutilation through various ways. Suicidal thoughts became an everyday thing. Contemplating death, isn't it a beautiful thing? Here she grew into a sad excuse for a person. Here she's wondering if life is even worth it. The pain, the anger, the hopeless feelings. Is this temporary or a permanent thing? Does it get better or is this how it remains? Does this nightmare ever have a happy ending? Will mommy get better, will she get to see dad? Can she be happy, can she put it in the past? Only time can tell how this story will end, and that is how her story begins.
  2. Intro: Every night, I lie awake in my bed. All I hear is screaming, fighting, is it something I did? I try to sleep but all I hear are these voices in my head. My heart is breaking, my world is changing. Chorus: Why, do I have to say goodbye, to everything I know and love for the rest of my life? Why do I have to hear you fight, every single day and night? Why do you have to make me cry, I'm tired of living in your lies.. I'm spinning round and round. I can't find the ground. It's crumbling beneath me. I toss and turn, I can't find my way out. I have no shelter, no protectors. Repeat Chorus: Why, do I have to say goodbye, to everything I know and love for the rest of my life? Why do I have to hear you fight, every single day and night? Why do you have to make me cry, I'm tired of living in your lies.. I'm slowly breaking down. The real me can't be found. You destroyed what was left and I'll never forget. You made me believe I just wasn't worth it.. Repeat Chorus: Why, do I have to say goodbye, to everything I know and love for the rest of my life? Why do I have to hear you fight, every single day and night? Why do you have to make me cry, I'm tired of living in your lies.. I'm finding my way out. I can hear the sirens sound. As you run through the crowd, the silence breaks you down. The fighting is dropped, as my heart beat is stopped..
  3. I wake up to hell, i listen to the screams, i hide from the shouts. i just have to get out my house. Walk to to bus stop, 15 minuets early the rain pours on my head. more and more wet i get. i have forgotern something... why go back now? 100ft down this damn road is hell, 10 minuets, i see the bully smokin a fag down the street. I sympathise the poor guy, the problems i know he chases i stand in the street 7:35am still dark. under the orange "sun" I'm a hooded angel, all broken and coverd in scars. i can't go to school crying. pull myself together, practise that smile, so fake... the cold burns my hands, i'm soaked with rainy tears. I dry my eyes, pull the warm closer. smile at the bully guy, he makes a rude remark. i smile. bitter smile. it's nothing to me. it's nothing like when the voices scream. 7:43am, the rest of the kids come down the street, sunshine bubbles, a little sleepy. Fear of the voices, i hear step back into the darkness, Wait with the sunshine i'm to good to have. 7:45am yellow lights round the bend, my fake life starts, the real one ends.
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