What's the point of going back?
When I can't even get a quiet moment at there.
I hate everyone. Every single one.
In that house.
Don't ask me to smile.
Don't ask me to be happy.
When u are the one who bring me sadness, despair and hopelessness
I don't want to put on a gloomy face in front of u.
I always have a reason for being unhappy.
But why can't you understand?
No time for me, no money for me.
No food, no car, no freedom, no nice bed, no respect, no harmonization.
It's like the life in hell...
So what's the point of going back?