I'm from the pen or pencil in my hand
The sound in my head
I'm from the world in my mind
Where I'm the Alice in my wonderland
Where everything is wrong
Even if it's right
I'm from a family without a caring mother
To my father's last breath
I'm from a room of happiness
To a room of loneliness and sadness
Where all you do is cry yourself to sleep
And slowly go insane
I'm from violence in the rooms
And all there is are the sirens to take my mother away
To violence in my dreams
Where it's the reruns of the past
I'm from a beating heart
To a broken heart
Because I'm forced to live with the people with parents
I'm from popularity
To being the outcast
I'm from "goodbye world"
To "why am I still alive?"
Because I couldn't take it anymore
I'm from having a bad life
To questioning "will it get better?"
I'm from love
To the hatred building inside
For the mother who left her child
I'm from the person I know
To the person I knew
I'm form being outgoing
To hiding behind a smile
Because I taught myself to hide don't let them see the real you
I'm from "goodbye"
To "till we meet again"
