When I’m sleeping in my bed,
They would hold the gun to my head,
No more trouble,
No more drama,
Just them...
I’m dead.
I knew it was a secret desire,
Climbing slowly, higher and higher,
With every day that passes,
I’m failing all my classes...
It would be better if I was dead,
Died alone in my bed,
Blood, forever in my room,
All because I had to come out of that women's womb...
I wake from my passionate dream,
To my mothers piercing screams,
Once again my father takes her side,
I’m the throne in my parent’s pride,
And with that thought,
I realize a with a dread,
My parents want me dead...
