Take me back
a life alone, no one calls... iv'e been abandoned.
feeling left out, i feel different from the others...
no one sees who i am... take me back where
they love me... funeral, see the faded flowers
we play in the grave yard, we laugh " haha "
break the stone " R.I.P you "
a life in a cabin alone, no signal, no tv.
iv'e been so hurt i can't feel pain.
feeling left out. i feel so treated differently.
im confused when i ask " who am i "
take me back where we lived happliy
but we go where the flowers fade,
where the stones break to the point where it is sharp
take us back to being kids not teenagers.
funeral, see the faded people, burn in ashes.
see the tears of other families, can't seem to understand why im different,
why i laugh? people look at me if i was evil.
take me back where the flowers were red not faded black...
take me back...
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