Just like a birds flying free,
it did felt great living in a free country.
But now look at what the world has become...
Things have changed,
and if you realize...
We never had freedom from the start.

How as a little kid hated bedtime,
enjoyed stories being read.
Falling sound asleep,
waking up with a smile.

Now all grown up,
All I do is sleep.
Waking up with a frown,
never a morning person.

Oh during childhood,
everything was delightful at home,
home is what I thought was safe and sound...

Wonders why I can't sleep,
Till I realize they're just thoughts.
Many events, many happenings,
I can never seem to forget.
Good or bad, big or small,
They're still there:

What's tomorrow when its the same,
The same as the day before.
Nothing changed except for one,
My addiction is finally gone.
I feel proud because of that,
But that's all I'm ever proud of.

Why do people need friends,
When they pretend you're not there?
I grew up in a rude environment,
I thought everyone's like that.
Just another misconceptions,
But no, I'm just so used to it.

2:11 am,
I always slept at 4 or 5.
Over the summer I'm an owl,
Never waking up during the day.
Forced to swallow down food,
I end up skipping a whole meal.

I never felt so alone,
Why alone when you have voices?
They talk to you when you sleep,
They talk to you any day.
Unlike "human" friends around my circle,
They're just one of my ghost followers

I must sleep now,
Too many thoughts.
No wonder I'm so wide awake.
Hoping I'll make it alive another day,
Wanting to make it to my goals.
I'll climb the challenges by myself,
This is what I have to overcome.
But I'm also used it too.

Oh how I wish to grow up to be tall,
Almost touching the skies,
And hugged by the sunlight.
How I wish I can see above all,
All above everyone else.
Being the tallest tree of all.
But oh I can't see the sun,
I know it's there.
Hey, where's the rain?
I know its falling,
I can hear the rain drops.
Oh the others are so tall,
They cover my light.
No I won't give up,
They must move out of my way.
Softly I cried,
Shriveling away day by day.
I can see no sky,
I can see no freedom.
I'll never be the tallest tree,
Like my dream will always be.

What is home?
Home is not literally home to me,
Not the one built with trees and all cozy and warm inside.
Not the place where everyone is welcome,
It is never shared with society.
The music I listen too feels at home,
But wait what is home?
Oh, I just live in a different universe.
No family members there, no friends.
Oh wait, I just don't have no home.