I want to go home.
That’s thought I have thought
It swirls around my head like a lost tornado
My heart is waterlogged from tear
And so scar I’m surprised it keeps going
My feet, beg for a break
My soul is willing to trade itself for rest
I want to go home,
But where is home?
Jun 16, 2022
Jun 16, 2022 at 1:31 PM UTC
I want to go home.
That’s thought I have thought
It swirls around my head like a lost tornado
My heart is waterlogged from tear
And so scar I’m surprised it keeps going
My feet, beg for a break
My soul is willing to trade itself for rest
I want to go home,
But where is home?
I’ve recently ran away and now I’m trying to find my place in a world that feel like it doesn’t want me.
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