Treasure Island

chloe conduit


why


why do i have to live like this
why do they make me cry
all i ever do is the right thing
jus so i can get by
i wana get away from here
as far away as i can
but were do i go
no1 wants to have me, no1 wants to no
y do i have to live like this
y do they make me lie
every1 noes were not a happy family
so y should i lie
the streangth keeps us together
the courage keeps us close
but yet no1 wants to be here
no1 wants to no
all i ever wanted to do is get as far away as i can
living in this house is like living in a world of pain
i cant stand it anymore i jus wana get away
no1 ever listens to me no1 wants to no
like im not even in this family
im not in the rite place

Submitted: Tuesday, December 09, 2008

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