Maybe I can change my life,
Kill all my evil thoughts, the way I self aggrandize.
The little things we leave behind,
Only add up to the deeds that we project in our minds.
Well, I've grown tired of the way that I,
Treat all those that I love, I want to curl up and die.
‘Cause when I'm old and lose my mind,
I'll appreciate the things that are just passing me by.
I'll miss my home,
Waking up at four years old,
I guess it shows,
Mother's love is all I know.
Sometimes I cry in bed at night,
Wonder if grandma will be alright.
If all has slipped from sight,
Can I still hold you tight?
When my last breath takes my life,
Don't let me pass into another light.
Let me stay, deep within,
The walls the ones that I love now reside in.
I want to feel them in my soul,
Touch so close with memories old.
In the end I hope they know,
I love them more than I can show.
I'll miss my home,
Waking up at four years old,
I guess it shows,
Mother's love is all I know,
Sometimes I cry in bed at night,
Wonder if grandma will be alright.
If all has slipped from sight,
Can I still hold you tight?
