• crying Yet again im in the wrong
    When i have done nothing wrong
    This is true what my boyfreind said
    My so called mother listened to our covasation
    You see i turn to my boyfreind when there being abusive
    Hes not just my boyfreind hes my shoulder to cry on
    I wish i had enough money
    To move in with him he lives in Scotland now
    My soul has been torn ,ripped and burned
    My soul is riddled with the pain and sorrows of an unloving family
    Its such a strain to live in this jungal of pain
    But life gos on
    Ill do my crying in the rain
    happy days are few now
    but i injoy speaking with you
    dont hurt me just love me
    im not as strong as i appear
    im sorry for being a burden on you
    mum ,dad i still love you heart crying