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i could go stay with my grandpa

but would he understand

i could crash at a friend's house

but would they lend a hand

i could pack my bags

i could leave tonight

i can'tt ake one more "i hate you"

i can't handle another fight

would anywhere be better

than this living hell

this isn't a god damned bedroom

this is my prison cell

would i have better luck

out there on the street

with nowhere to call home

and nothing to eat

would it be better for everyone

if i just disappear

would anywhere be better

than just staying here

but what about my mother

would she understand

if my sisters knew i wanted out

would they elnd a hand

if only they were out of mind

when they were out of sight

who will he pick on then

when he wants to fight

how could i leave them knowing

they're going through a living hell

i guess i'm not going nowhere

this is my prison cell