I stand here waiting
a home this isn't
Yes, there are familuar faces
and many traces
Here I am
but I can not stand
I sit here thinking
what it is I'm missing
there is no you
there is no pal
just here I am
with nothing to do
so I sit
waiting for it to end
for my limit to over bend
and so I can be free again
to a home, I left awhile ago
I'm nolonger complete
my mind is nowhere to be found
my house is gone
and here I am
waiting for it to end
so I can be, me again
A home this isn't
yes, there are familuar faces
and many traces
but a home this isn't
