. screw the standards .
Apr 25, 2011 17:39:29 GMT -5
Post by apocalypse on Apr 25, 2011 17:39:29 GMT -5
H@$H BR3N$0N
radios blarin' and my hearts on fire
put a bullet through my head
and then we'll call it a night
stereo's singin' and i'm out of luckJust when you thought things couldn't get any worse, they did. Your dad - like so many nights before - came home drunk and abusive. In order to escape his violence, you escaped out of window, there isn't even a jump, as your house is a ranch. You don't really have to think where to go, you know one of the only optional spots is a bench right outside your house. You wonder how your life began to get like this.
But really, there isn't a good answer.
For you, there never is.
Maybe you don't have a reason for your life to be a hell, but it ain't changing today.
another cigarette
and i'll say i've enough
The thing is, over and over again, you blame your abusive-terrible-sadlycareertraining-life all on your dad, and it's his fault, but something else too.
Alcohol.
It's the liquid substance that gets your dad's mind flowing with thoughts of anger and unknown stress. Sadly, your escape is drugs, which isn't very good for your body, but at least it doesn't make you all raging-crazy-with-violence like your old pop there. Really, good thing people never knew what your family is like - your mom that ran away, an alcoholic-dad, and a drug-addict son - or else you would probably be the center of attention - in a bad way. Sure, you're family is very interesting, but not in a good way at all. Non-the-less, at least you're never bored. But instead of going to the bench, like you plannedm you run, until you can't breathe any more. And somehow, the peacekeepers didn't catch you.
packing all my things, i'm leavin' YOU behind.[/size]
}tan [main&thoughts], choclate [speech], sienna [lyrics].}
