Again, this is my older stuff, I was 17 years old when I wrote it, and for once it is not about boyfriends/girlfriends:
Thinking about it all day
Shall I tell them, would they care?
It doesn’t matter what I say,
Cause they’ll never be fair.
It always is a 2 tot 1 situation,
I´m always alone.
Now I’m facing it.
Is this my home?
I can speak my mind,
I can’t be who I am.
My aprents are just staring blind,
They think they know who I am.
Well, now I took the step.
I told them about my plan.
But they did not want to listen,
They think I don’t need a healing man.