far from home

here i am living life like i was five
wondering where my freedom went
and where did it go
im falsely accused for the actions i didnt do
but i know he loves me, hes not doing anything wrong
its me, im being stupid
past thoughts collide with the new and i realize im not far from home
hes funny, hes cute
hes just angry, im stressing him out
its okay, things will get better, they always do
hes not lying, shes lying
hes not cheating, no he loves me too much.
abusive? whos being abusive? no  thats just him and i realize im not far from home
more bruises without answers
my mom just diciplining me
im wrong, shes right
its no big deal, its no big deal
im lying, hes not
i shouldnt have been talking to the guy in the first place, hes right
no we didnt break up, yes, i heard that too
and no he wasnt with someone else last night
he told me he was home, hes telling the truth
your lying, hes not
your my friend, but hes my boyfriend
your just jealous and alone
you overstepped yourself and then i realize im not far from home
im wrong, yes im wrong
he is the enemy, she is the enemy
my family even does it
i hadnt realized im not far from home
its breathing and real
my life, my home
im not far from home