Bethan Mary Leadley This House
Condemned, Pretend, that everything's all right.
Head down, don't frown, it's not polite.
Don't dream too far cause you won't make it.
Expected, Rejected, They still don't get you.
Impure, unsure from all the shit that you've been
through.
I don't wanna be what you tell me I am.
So we'll stay this way till I can say.
This house doesn't feel like a home anymore,
Trapped in these four walls, feel like running out the
door.
I'll stand my ground won't let them see me cry,
Till I say goodbye.
Protection, correction, they're just concerned.
Detention, prevention, what have you learned?
Seems like I don't matter in your eyes.
Don't talk, don't walk away when I'm speaking.
Stay in line, don't waste my time, stop attention
seeking.
I'm not perfect, does that make you?
So we'll stay this way till I can say.
This house doesn't feel like a home anymore,
Trapped in these four walls, feel like running out the
door.
I'll stand my ground won't let them see me cry,
Till I say goodbye.
I'm sorry if I left you taunted,
But I'm unwanted and I don't wanna stay.
Runaway, Move away, don't respond to what they say.
Write a song, sing along, save it for a rainy day.
Said my past and my life would haunt me,
Instead I stepped into a life where somebody wants me.
This house doesn't feel like a home,
I may have left you but I'm not alone.
People change, I'm changing too.
This house doesn't feel like a home anymore,
Trapped in these four walls, feel like running out the
door.
I'll stand my ground won't let them see me cry,
Till I say goodbye.
