What is a home? What is a family?
In my life, it seems, that both are absentees.
What's the meaning of happiness
Without all the nastiness?
A sense of belonging is something I long for.
My heart can no longer handle this cold war.
Where do I go when I need that comfort?
My house should not feel like a culvert.
Every thing's confusing me.
I find it hard to believe their guarantees.
I can't tell the difference between truth and lies.
I feel like everyone is wearing a disguise.
I don't know which direction to choose.
I don't know who's offer to refuse.
I think I'm right, when I'm going left.
I can't help but have a feeling of bereft.
Everyone I love feels like a stranger.
I wonder if stability is something that's endangered.
The love I've seen is never patient and kind.
It's a love that most people would leave behind.
Change is inevitable, and also equitable.
We love and we lose, we scar and we bruise.
Through it all I've always believed I'd come out stronger
But with every word that's been spoken, those feelings are no longer.
This time I'm truly on my own,
And there's no such thing as a comfort zone.
