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i CANT LiVE WiTH MY DAD

THiNGS ARE GETTiNG BAD THERE

MY FRiENDS TELL ME TO STiCK iT OUT

ONLY 'CAUSE THEY CARE



i HAVE NO PLACE CALLED HOME

i NEED SOMEWHERE TO GO

iM REALLY SCARED

TELL ME DOES iT SHOW



i MiGHT LiVE WiTH MY MOM

i NO THAT SOUNDS BAD

BUT i NEED A HOME

DAMN THAT SOUNDS HELLA SAD



iM A LiTTLE GiRL

FiGHTiNG THESE BATTLES ALL ALONE

i'LL BE FiNE

AS LONG AS i HAVE MY PHONE



MY FRiENDS WANT THE BEST FOR ME

THEY TELL ME ALL THE TiME

i JUST WANT A SAFE HOME

iS THAT REALLY SUCH A CRiME