One day I came home to a hell hole wondering could I runaway from here
Sometimes it's not always what you expect it to be
When you come home to arguements and fussin' and fightin'
Then I get involved for no reason
Sometimes people wonder why I cry all the time
I never say 'It's home where it hurts most' , but I say it's something else
I have to use boxing gloves to beat myself up and then bandaids to heal
Would that appeal? No it couldn't
My hands are hot to fight for love and freedom
Help me get this tragic mess done, that way I can leave
I'm just trying to be a young lady to grow up and say I'm ready
Ready to go into the world
That tear in your heart just make more tears fall to my face
So they punish me for not trying my best to past that test
So I fail when I try to understand I am someone to not be judge
I wish I could be fine, and sexy as some girls are
But daddy already thinks I'm too much and momma can't stand the way I look
I would cry half the night and try to understand why does one like me hurt so much?
I am wanting a touch to smoothly calm me down and say I am ready to move on
Let me go cause I ain't no little girl anymore because I'm almost there
Things will eventually change and they will never become to be the same
It's alomost time my hours are up from work
And I made the day's pay
As you already know a young woman's work is done.