Even though I hate it,
There is no place like home,
I treat it like shit,
But home is home,
There are things you realize when you're on your own,
You roam and roam,
But it is not quite the same,
It is one gigantic game,
Where no one knows your name,
Yet that's not what bothers you,
Mostly, it is that you can't do what your used too,
I lay awake and wish,
Look back and reminisce,
And realize that I do in fact miss,
The things that before I took for granted,
Which I never would have imagined,
To come back and bring me pain,
Make me realize that throughout all my strain,
There are still things I am yet to obtain,
Think back to what you had, oh yes, oh my,
How did you ever let it slip by?
