Well the rent they're talking is blowing my London away,
my Mam told me, "make friends", but none of them seem to stay.
And I get so down about the way that things are going,
I walk to clear my head and can't tell which way the wind is blowing.
I can't make it out of here,
I don't know what's best for me,
I can't tell the difference between each day.
What would it matter anyway?
Some days I get up and the motivation just doesn't come,
I stare at the faces around me, I'm not seeing anyone.
I told my Mam I want to move away to another part of town,
but she said it wouldn't be good, being alone would just bring me down.
I can't make it out of here,
the world's moving around me,
I can't tell the difference between each day.
What would it matter anyway?
I don't want to live into a house out on Lewisham Way,
with five other kids that I don't know, I'll just run away.
I don't mind being on my own, if it's nice -
feels like control is slipping away in my own life.
Most days, I'm left on my own, anyway -
it's like a game I'm being tempted toward, but I don't want to play.
And when things get so much for me, I just run away -
this happens so much, when I'm all alone. That's what I did today.
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