I sit here, in this room i call mine, and think about my life. I sit here and cry too. Who would have known when i was born that i would be nothing to anybody who meant something to me?? Who'd have known that i would let them hold me so tight i could barely breathe sometimes?
Maybe it's just me but i think i deserve some justice for that little innocent baby that didnt know what she was getting into.
Maybe i should fight back. Maybe i shouldn't. Who knows?? I wish i did.
I want to know what to do. More than anything at all, I wuold love to know that. I can see the truth most of the time, but this time their skilled hands have hid it from me. I wish they hadn't. But hey. I just want home. Home is just what I want. Whether it's in somebody's arms or in a cozy house of my own. I dont care. I just want home. Don't you?