How I miss my home,
The blue skies and never ending warmth.
Now we're off to roam,
Finding other paths that I've never been to before.
I can't keep pretending,
It's not the place I wanted.
Everything I do is getting suspended,
Why did you bring me here?
I want my white house on the road,
I want my bedroom at the very top floor,
I wish everything could have slowed,
It all went to fast and now I miss my home.
I want our perfect house back,
Every single thing is out of it's place.
I miss my home...
