Everywhere I go
It seems to be
Someone just has to have
Some small part of me.
Whether it's time and attention,
Maybe something I possess,
I'm ready to run screaming
And let them have this mess.
Is it so bad,
Ugly, rude and mean
To want just one thing
That only belongs to me?
I'm not asking for much,
Just a place to go.
Somewhere only for me
When there's too much at home.
Somewhere I can vent
And no one gets mad.
I can jump up and down
screaming words that are bad.
I can have thousands of friends
Or absolutely none.
A place where it's ALWAYS my choice
With whom I have fun.
A place where no one knows me
From my real life.
I don't have to be a mother
Don't have to be a wife.
If I make a friend
I don't have to share.
I can say what I want,
Do what I dare.
It might seem selfish
and not very kind.
But oh how I'd love somewhere
That's just mine. |