My Home

The bathroom was home
the sink was my throne
back when I used to cry.

All the kids were in the halls
when I hid in the stalls
back when I used to cry

My life was a dream
or more a nightmare it seemed
for such a long time.

My eyes were never dry
and I was so blind
Back when I used to cry.

All my songs were so sad
and all the dreams I had
were covered in blood.

And still to this day
I'd never trade it away
all the tears that I shed.

And down inside I knew
I had died.

Oh Thank God I'm Dead.