I wan't to leave but I'm
hesitant to go,
Once you leave you can't go back home.
But if I stay here much longer I'll slowly fade,
I can't take the pressure of living day to day.
And at the same time I'm ashamed,
I was raised better then this. I shouldn't feel this
way.
I don't want to hurt anyone when I go, I only want my own
pain to end.
But they wouldn't understand.
They'd take it the wrong way and blame themselves,
When really its all my fault because I made my own
hell.
