I feel as if i have left behind my passions.
Dropped them at the door.
This house makes me forget my plans,
Our plans.

I've got no clue why.
They all just run away.
When you make me forget, it's different.
It's needed.

The days just blur together while trapped.
This house, is not a home.
I, as mother pointed out, just sleep here.
Tis' not where I belong.

One day, we'll leave this place.
You'll save me from my tear filled nights.
She won't be there whispering doubt into my ear.
Just ask silly, I'll say yes.