Choosing whether to stay or to go back home
Is like choosing whether to starve or drown
Keep the same life or begin to decay
Or go back where mom says it'll be okay
Little does she know you've made some enemies
Who would shoot you without blinking an eye
Little does she know you're more than lost
A bum who's already died inside
Who knew
What you've been thorough
Your issues
Are taboo
Cut hands
Torn Socks
Trapped in
A snuffbox
Its been a downward spiral these past few months
And you could've bounced back if you wished
But now you're moping around like a dog from the pound
Hoping life sends you that needed rebound
Ten years maybe things could've changed at home
Maybe love being shown instead of beer being thrown
No fantasies now though, food needs to be found
Else you'll make like Rowley, eat the cheese off the ground
Who knew
What you've been thorough
Your issues
Are taboo
Cut hands
Blue Crocks
Trapped in
A snuffbox