There's the kids who hidAll they do is cryWanting to dieThe kids who'd rather drinkThan have to think Kids who couldn't sleepSo they'd take another pillWanting the thrill Of feeling something.Cause we felt nothing.Remember these are the kids Who've been Beaten broken and bruisedAlways abusedAlways used.The kids who don't know what love Is like. The kids who don't know what a hug feels like. So they'd pack up there bag and run away.Just trying to get awayFrom these people who just keep hurting them But not wanting to turn them in.So we kept grabbing our stuff and goingNot really knowingWhy we let them do this to usPeople see us and are full of disgust.Cause at the age of 12 we are suppose know better than thisWear not suppose to fall down the abyss. But let me remind youWe are finding clues To a better life