My Final Escape
Im useless they say
Im pathetic they say
Im not worth the dirt they walk on they say
Im tired of the abuse so Im forming a plan
Im tired of feeling worthless so Im thinking ahead
Im going to escape one way or another
Im finally going to leave...
Im useless they say
Im pathetic they say
Im not worth the dirt they walk on they say
Im choosing the perfect night of escape
Im choosing the night when they first created me
Im wondering if they will ever stop to think
Im wondering if they will ever miss me...
Im useless they say
Im pathetic they say
Im not worth the dirt they walk on they say
Im preparing the final final hour
Im forming the medicines now
Im not even afraid of the darkness
Im not even wearing a frown...
Im useless they say
Im pathetic they say
Im not worth the dirt they walk on they say
Copyright © Fantise Mack | Year Posted 2013
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