this house is not a home

I hate the house I live in thats why I always just float with the wind

Always in and out, I cant stand this place without a doubt

My house is not a home, this is not where i would like to roam

My moms gone, and my dads a coward, but Im stuck with him, when really I wouldn't even bother

Everyone i stiff and walks on their toes, its ruled by the bitch , but in my opinion she has to go

Its quiet here, love does not grow , its not the same here, I wonder if they know

I wish i was on my feet, because from this place I must go , its sucking me down a big black hole

I haven't been home in a week and today I come back ,I've been here 15 minutes and i've had enough with out a doubt