So tell me,
What is this place?
This house is not a home

Solely because you are not in it.

Why am I here?
I should be home
Snug and comfy, warmed by the fires of your love

Yet I seem to be here and youre very much there.

If my home is where my heart is
Then Im a million miles from home
Simply put there isnt love here

Its like a null void not having my heart inside my chest.

My residence is merely a place for this lost soul to die
I feel nothing here, nothing but sorrow
Youre not here to wipe these tears from my face

Instead I picture you standing there and get homesick.

I want to go home, to that familiar place, inside your arms...
It was there I felt I truly belonged.
A place to call my own,
And a place to call home.