Wandering the streets
It seems, til the end of time
How did this life end up being mine?
Thinking Can I eat or will I starve again tonight?
I'd be better off losing my mind
I need a place to sleep
But don't have anywhere in mind
I'm searching but I feel blind
When dirty bathroom stalls and airport floors become your bed
You feel a little dead inside
A home is what I need to fill this hole inside of me
A place to call my own where I can dream
And out goes all my shortcomings and insecurities
When home is there accepting me for me
Wandering the streets
Along the solid yellow lines
How did this life end up being mine?
Fingers point at me
And they don't think they caught my eye
They laugh about how I didn't even try
To turn my life around when it got hard, believe me I did
And I had to shed some tears
A home is what I need to fill this hole inside of me
A place to call my own where I can dream
And out goes all my shortcomings and insecurities
When home is there accepting me for me
You'll never know the toll that desolation takes on someone
Who put their heart and soul into a life that ended up wasting away
A home is what I need to fill this hole inside of me
A place to call my own where I can dream
And out goes all my shortcomings and insecurities
When home is there accepting me for me
But home is something that I'll never see
Cause I'm accepting who I'll never be

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