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Genre
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Peak #3,285
Peak in subgenre #349
Author
Morphy
Rights
Morphy
Uploaded
November 17, 2007
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 2:50
Lyrics
I leave the house tomorrow
(You're never gonna see me again)
I leave the house tomorrow
(And don't try to pull me back in)
I leave the house tomorrow
(Goodbye mom and dad)
I leave the house tomorrow
(I won't miss you)
When you were a still a teen have you ever been kicked out
Ever wanna rock your alcoholic dad in his slick mouth?
Out of all of your siblings, how come it's you that is picked out
Gets chewed out, verbally abused, and it sticks out
In your mind, it's columbine, but it's targeted at you
It's like a bulls eye hanging off your neck, as large as a statue
You don't understand, what's got your parents against you
You can't even recall a troubled time you put them through
All you have is a friend who presents herself mellow
You go to her when you're down, so now your girlfriend's jealous
But you forget her, because she wasn't there when you needed her
You don't stop to think about it, cuz you're placing your feelings first
But it's just a matter of time, fore you need to re-re-reverse
You can't swallow the hard truth, you'll see when you bleed of thirst
The problems are on you, your friend is no lover, and neither worth
the trouble you have at home, you tell your folks you'll go see the earth
I leave the house tomorrow
(You're never gonna see me again)
I leave the house tomorrow
(And don't try to pull me back in)
I leave the house tomorrow
(Goodbye mom and dad)
I leave the house tomorrow
(I won't miss you)
So this is you - bulimic and depressed with a broken heart
You've seen it more or less, your ex has you torn apart
Suicidal tendencies, you're favorite band, and an open scar
They say that they don't judge you, but somehow you know they are
Sometimes you feel like after today, that there is no tomorrow
Try to bottle your frustrations, but you can't hold your sorrow
Anyone who tries to understand, you won't allow it
Anyone who gives you a hand, you shut em down
It's not your fault, you've given up the faith, your parents don't help at all
It's all in your brain, they say you're wrong, and rub your wounds in the salt
You don't know what to do with it all, It's like your caged
There's nothing to hold onto when you fall, you got no rails
You begin to pack, grabbing everything in your room for depart
You stuff the bag, a picture of your uncle you save for last
You'll take your chance, to see if there's better ends
Writing "wish you were here" and also the letter read:
I leave the house tomorrow
(You're never gonna see me again)
I leave the house tomorrow
(And don't try to pull me back in)
I leave the house tomorrow
(Goodbye mom and dad)
I leave the house tomorrow
(I won't miss you)
