I've returned home
Yet it feels so lone
Tonight it feels desolate, alienation
But it always felt safe, secluded, selective
Have I changed too much?
Have I changed just a little?
Has my nostalgia been convicted, begging for an acquittal?
My mind is stuck, my heart is struck
Rabbits chased each other, running for hours
I want to run with the rabbits, but, for how far?
Maybe they grew, beyond me and you
I want to grow, but my home is no more
Being independent is not a life that's splendid
Why should I grow if it just means I'll be alone?