My fake laugh, most of the times
my eyes wanting to say so much
my voice, calm and gentle
Determination and perseverance
Trying to think more about people, or less
thinking more about me, or less
What am I sharing? The pain
The anger
The restlessness
and so little joy.

I'm comfort, safe harbor or stone cold
I'm cold and I'm alone
Would rather be away, but I can't fit anywhere else
I don't have anybody, but a occasionally visitor

I dream about going away

Worries me not having anyone
But think about me as a warm place that holds you
Can't sleep thinking about future and lost possibilities
But I'm here for you to rest

I will also prevent you from leaving

I feel guilt for the tears shed on me
But I like the night for that; late night and dawn
The point of life is being here for you
Remember me as a home