On a Dark stromy erie night, born in this world
I wonder why, it hasn't been that grand

Growing up was hell, stuck in a room,
closet or celler while other kids got to play
hopes and dreams seen me through

Envied kids with parents and home
stabilty and love I had not.

Shuffled from family to family
treated like an outcast
hope and dreams seen me through

Grew up hard and mean
strange how abuse and a strap
can make ya that way
hopes and dreams seen me through

Tears many, life's a bitch
living in fantacy to escape reality
what is real, no longer care
no longer hope or dream
never come true anyway