Mummy, I might be home later
I can't come straight here, or they'll kill me
I see them, waiting on the horizon... they hate my insides
Lately, I've tried to hide in shadows, but they hear my sighs of fear
My eyes sting from crying
So shallow to be bullied
Cut deep, wasted, shot through and scared, I've been here so long
I'm praying that God himself will save me
I'm freezing and cold and long to leave
My eyes sting from crying
So shallow to be bullied
Please leave me to be me, you're hurting our feelings