It's obvious,
I've overstayed my welcome,
I'm sorry that I'm such a nuisance,
And in a few months,
I'll go.
I'll be gone,
Who knows if I'll come back,
If I don't,
The notice of my absence,
You would lack.
Maybe I'll never come back,
I'll never come back home.
~Chorus~
But where is home?
What is home?
Who is home?
I no longer know this.
It seems as though I don't belong,
In what I once called home.
But home could be anywhere,
Home is a place where one is loved,
Where one will fit in,
Home is a feeling of security,
And being surrounded by loved ones constantly.
Where is my home?
What is my home?
Who is my home?
Where is my home?
Where do I belong?
~
Sensing more hate than love,
Don't worry,
In a few months you'll get what you want,
I'll be gone.
The "I can't believe you" child
will no longer be around,
So you'll no longer have someone in the family,
That you are ashamed of.
You'll have the perfect family,
That you always dreamed of.
You won't have me to "deal with" anymore,
I'll do you a favor,
I won't come back,
I'll never come back home.
~Chorus~
Where do I belong?
Where do I belong?
I guess it's on the road,
Because it's never been home.
