Literature
Home
I'm on the outside looking in,
And feeling more lost now than I've ever been,
I think I've had enough,
I'm sick and tired of always feeling so rough.
I'm clenching my fists,
Because I know I can't go on like this,
I'm trying to forget,
But I don't think I'm quite ready yet.
I still have those old feelings deep in my bones,
These long cold nights of feeling alone
I don't want to complain, I don't want to moan,
But I don't think I can get through all on my own...
So I'm going home
I'm going home!
I'm staring off into space,
And feel the breeze across my face,
I hear the rustle of leaves,
And the creaks of the old oak trees.
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