Home should be so nice,

Home should be so nice,
Full of comfort and invitation,
It should be where I want to be,
Not full of this frustration.

I would burn away the miles,
To runaway to somewhere,
Somewhere really nice,
With people that I love there.

Homeward bond is wrong,
It's sick, and so distasteful,
Why would I want this?
To be around these people?

Momma always yells,
It's like a foreign language,
One I understand,
And I wish I could forget it.

She always finds a way,
To blame the faults on me,
Even though she knows,
How much it's hurting me.

So, I want to get away,
Fly away to freedom,
And live my own mistakes,
Without her own and then some.

When she screams, it makes me sad,
But I can never cry,
So I just go to bed,
And pretend that I have died.