Free

We was arguing again,

My parents and I,

They locked me in my room,

He left a bruise on my thigh,

She blacked my eye,

It was over the dog,

They said to blame it on a cousin,

And that they still love me,

I highly doubt they do,

But I said I loved them still too,

Things never work out right,

Never good for me,

When I get out of this place,

I will be free.