What's best is what feels like home.
Stuck between two sides of the fence,
Like I wanna jump, but I can't.
Indecision has kept me here, posted.
Straddled between the heart and the head.
This picket fence appears to be the promises of good life.
But its just a stain of white deception, holding me...
Waiting...
Waiting to live.
But I know what to do,
Choose the side that goes to my backyard.
Choose what feels like home.
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
What's best is what feels like home.
Stuck between two sides of the fence,
Like I wanna jump, but I can't.
Indecision has kept me here, posted.
Straddled between the heart and the head.
This picket fence appears to be the promises of good life.
But its just a stain of white deception, holding me...
Waiting...
Waiting to live.
But I know what to do,
Choose the side that goes to my backyard.
Choose what feels like home.