Alone

When the times are rough, and I want to give up,
you're usually there.
With arms wide open, smile on your face,
or at least that's how it was in Seattle.

When we moved to omaha we all started changing,
adapting to our surroundings.
Then you started to change for the worse,
never to return.

Three moves later we're on our new street,
and things have gotten worse.
I used to be able to rely on you,
but now I can't.

You throw out your insults, your threatening words,
and I want to run away.
But you'd catch me, and yell at me more,
I can't take it.

When I cry myself to sleep almost every night now,
and today i arrived crying at school...
that's a sign that you are not able to help me,
I've got to stand on my own.