I can't do this anymore
living this life is killing me,
everyday when i go downstairs I see those evil eyes.
Like demons my parents stare at me and i run away but they run after me...
they catch me and i get scared, but in the end, I always end up alone in the cellar, with only a pet rat for my company.
My little pet rat, she is so sensative and she comforts me when im sad.
She might only be a little animal but she is like the parent I never had.
I can't do this anymore.
Living this life is killing me...