You find your life is a trial,
[bad word] for your soul.
The only thing that's more broken,
Than the home you grew up in
Is the heart you've learned to hide.

With its hands around your neck,
The world looks down.
It's claimed another childhood.

He died, when they told him
You're the man of the house
Because your daddy just bailed.
She died, when they told her
You'll be raising yourself
Because your mommy's in rehab.

We are the same.

It's a child's nightmare,
Growing up in a world all alone.
Fight that sinking feeling, 
You won't always be out on your own

They stand with a fist raised above you.
And in that moment you know, 
It's time to fight back.
To change your world, you will
Fight back.

You grew up in a home that taught you how to hate. 
The only way to survive, 
You're now a reprobate. 
I feel nothing, 
Except this deep animosity.

We are the same.

It's a child's nightmare,
Growing up in a world all alone.
Fight that sinking feeling, 
You won't always be out on your own

And now every child that's felt the back of a hand
Is just doing their best to try and understand
How love even exists in this world.
And what do you see when you look at me, 
Another injured boy in search of who he should be.
We are the same.
We are the same.

It's a child's nightmare,
Growing up in a world all alone.
Fight that sinking feeling, 
You won't always be out on your own
On your own.
Your own.

/ [bad word]