This place I will never call home...
By VagrantGypsy
I know how hard you work and slave I hear about it everyday About how much it takes to keep this roof over my head I’m sick of all the yelling taking place inside these walls, There's so much hate I can feel them swell with every word, every glare I don’t give a fuck about you or where you go as long as I'm left alone I like the silence in this house whose morgauge is worth more than my life This place I don’t even want to be in I don’t know why you try so hard at that job of yours Maybe because you’re sick of the music coming from my room, the room your money pays for Sick of knowing you tried too hard So no, I won’t turn it down It keeps me sane And takes me away from you and this place I will never call home You think I‘m too weak to leave; That I’ll stay around and be yours to torture forever, Just wait, oh god, I can’t wait until the day I drive out of here with a pillow and the clothes on my back Blaring bass lines Heading into the unknown And never looking back in the rear-view. Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 01:12 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I know how hard you work and slave..."