Home.*

Been lost for several days.
Trying to find my way back home.

Been running around the city, sleeping in diferent beds
But I don't seem to find that place to rest my head.

Been out of work, driving back to my apartment,
Parked, walked, and came upstairs
But somehow nothing seems to care.

This place, this bed, this Home.
They are not mine, not my own.
Home is not where they say,
Home is where your heart needs to stay.


I just wish I could return.
To the one place where I'm warm.
To that only place that I can really call..


....Home.

"You always felt
Like home
To me


I wish I still
Felt like home
To you."