School let out, just like it always did, ever day, no change.

I walked silently by myself head held low, I didn't want to go home, not again

Luckily my sister was staying at a friends house for a week, being away for a week is better then her being there, he never yelled our touched her, I was grateful of that, but I wasn't so lucky, he just didn't care about me, he was always off getting drunk

"stupid bastard."

I'll be coming home
Just to be alone
Cause I know you're not there
And I know that you don't care
I can hardly wait to leave this place

When I arrived home, I was unfortunate to have his company, I groaned, here we go. Walking in was like walking into a dump, bottles lie every where, and the smell of beer and other alcohol was strong, and I had just cleaned the damn house!

"There you arre, where ya been boy!" and fussed just as I closed the door

"School dad," "bitch, what ya doing there!" I sighed and rolled my eyes "I have to go to school" "…mmm….you were suppose to clean the fucking house, I come home to a fucking pig sty!" "the house was clean dad, you messed it up" "what ever, ya know, you really are good for nothing, now get me a beer" I growled in the back of my throat , but headed toward the kitchen anyways.

Opening the fridge, I could see, we needed food, the beer was the only thing covering its shelf's. I grabbed a beer and walk back to him, through it at him and walk off to my room, I knew he was going to get dead drunk, which really sucked for me, but, he has he's escape, I have mine!

No matter how hard I try
You're never satisfied
This is not a home
I think I'm better off alone
You always disappear
Even when you're here
This is not my home
I think I'm better off alone
Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home

I lied out flat on my bed, and just sat there for a moment, then reached under my pillow case, and grabbed a half full pack of cigarettes, and a needle full of heroine, soon I would be as lost as he was, I flipped on the TV and got to work, stabbing at my veins, as I smoked like a fucking chimney. About 30 minutes later, I heard him coming, I didn't bother to clean up the burns out cigarettes, and empty needles, I didn't care if he saw them. He busted in, drunk as fucker, he pulled out the wire to my TV, and looked around my room. "HIEI, YOU SON OF A BITCH, WHAT THE FUCKING HELLS THE MATTER WITH YOU" I didn't hear him, I was to out of it to hear him, much less care.

By the time you come home
I'm already stoned
You turn off the TV
And you scream at me
I can hardly wait
Till you get off my case

I didn't notice when he came closer, I didn't even feel the first hit, but soon enough I knew what was going on…..i hate my house….

Home, home, this house is not a
Home, home, this house is not a home