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
