Here is some stuff i have i have thought of.. this page is under construction....and it probably always will be...

Commin Home...

why cant we just get along is that to much at ask for you said you loved me but you showed me the door you never did strike me not even when you where angry

you thought my lame jokes were funny when i went out you gave me money i love you i hope you love me too

why is it mom and dad that you always make me feel so bad do you even want me back maybe i should just go pack

i packed my stereo and my bat i packed my nintendo and my cat i dont see why you say you love me cause when you have a bad day you treat me trashy

you put a roof over my head you gave me a nice warm bed you say good night and turn out the light

im impationt cause i cant sleep you yell at me, not another peep i get nervous about my test the next morning then you yell, you have one more warning

remembering this old life of mine i wish i didnt cross the line i wonder if i could go back maybe even have a snack

i deced to walk back from where i came all the way back i hang my head in shame day and night down the streets i roam hey mom and dad im comin home