My life is a nightmare,
But no one seems to care
I cry and cry
And asked god why
I've been abused
By the ones I love
My dad is a ticking bomb
So I must follow along
My mom drinks
More than she thinks
Why can't they see?
How much this hurts me
I cry myself to sleep
And pray this is a dream
When I wake , I look around
It was no dream
This is my life, so full of misery
My life is a nightmare
But no one seems to care
About the Creator
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