Sitting here late at night getting stoned,
trying to forget this life that I've owned.
The family I have never known of
has taken me back in, but without any love.

The days here are all the same.
The yelling, hitting, please tell me this is a game.
All my life I've been tossed from here to there,
always feeling like crap and falling into despair.

Now I'm with the woman who has given me life,
and my world again is nothing but strife.
My sisters that I've raised have turned their backs.
I guess my mother has set their minds on different tracks.

Communication is tough living in this house.
Never talk, just fighting, I try to stay quiet as a mouse.
I sneak around and try to be unseen.
One day I'll become something, but for now, just a screwed up teen.

I'll show you all, one day when I'm grown,
just how much I can do without a family to own.
I can't wait to be grown, wait and you'll see.
I'm going to become exactly what I want to be

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