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