count me in

before you kick me out



we could argue 'till we're blue in my face

adding assault to injury



be gentle

it's my last time to shine

else I fall victim to the fists of time



it seems our blood is worth no more than mud

but that's a blessing isn't it?

and of course i give into it



home is where the heart aches

home is where the love breaks

home never happened to me



what you see

is what you get

and i suggest

you get used to it



because i will never

make you proud

and that's something

i can live with



things don't change

they stay the same

it's only the words that rearrange

i am the person i can't ignore

i am the person that i abhor



fifteen years

of endless fear

of stolen youth

of keeping clear

i am the person you can't ignore

i am the son you will never adore