17 Years - Bodyjar

Seen how you treat her

Don’t wanna turn out like you

So well adjusted

You leave me feeling confused

I’ve wasted

The last seventeen years of my life

I’m not going back

But I’m not gonna run away

Anymore

Not anymore

Under the carpet

You know the things that kids say

Cracks in the in mirror

Words in a darkened hallway

All I remember

Spending December alone

Blank photo pages

There’s nothing left in my home