.                                                               .
                                                              I­'m
                                                        home again,
                                                 and I'm alone again;
                                           and hell, why do I even try.
                                          But, if home again means I'm
                                         alone       again, then,     why do
                                   I stay inside? Am I afraid to be seen or
                                      to be recognised?  It's just seems I   
                                       I am more afraid to be forgotten                                         And         I  gathered  ­       there's
                                        no           risk of being       out  of
                                       mind if I'm never out there to be left
                                      there. I guess on on the bright side; I
                                      could        say ;"at least       I'm warm
                                     inside,"       or    "thank-       fully there's
                                       no   rain   today."   Yet   that    does
                                   not remove the                    empty  space
                             ­      beside   of   me,                   or so frequently
                                                              le­ft    inside
                                                                ­  of   me.
I don't even wish it to be filled,  simply     gone. Because then I'd never to have to do random **** or get ****** up a bit to     pretend I'm having fun. It's nothing to do with "glass half-empty and glass half..."     yea that   bull. It is simply about    all these empty houses that have always been     full.