I was walking down the street one night,
When I saw a rock upon the floor.
And when I stopped, I threw the rock
Right through the window of a store.
My arm was cut, I ran away;
Drops of blood fell to the ground.
I ran back home, then away again,
The DMV is where I was found.
They came and saw what I had done,
I lied about my age, my name.
If she found out about this thing,
I knew nothing would be the same.
I fibbed, then lied, then lied again.
My story changed from that to this.
And I could tell by their voices
That they were starting to get pissed.
I felt the wind brush my face,
The scent of blood met my nose.
They found where I lived, then took me away
Off to a hospital then got me some cloths.
They patched me up and asked more stuff,
They weighed me and gave me a bath.
Gave me food and got my trust
And then I told them about her wrath.
I told the cops my age, my name.
And parts of what she had done,
I got in the car with the blanket they gave,
And arrived at the hospital with the morning sun.