i look at the clock
it's been over an hour
since he started rambling
on and on
well , here we go again
inside i hate him
and i think he knows
it's my life
i tell him
but he doesn't care
raises his voice
like he thinks
i'm deaf or something
i imagine myself
running out of here
this dark , morbid house
a house , it wasn't even
called a home
he says that he
cares how i turn out
in life
yeah right i think in my mind
but he just keeps going
here we go again
i know i have a choice
so, i turn and leave
walking out the door
i don't look back
i won't dare
finally being able to
breathe