| Current mood: |  lazy |
Its crumbling and I dont understand
caving in on me, I'll never have another chance.
So home is where the heart is?
Well my hearts broken, and so is my home.
Its not these four walls, the roof over my head
its not the kitchen, nor is it my bed
The feeling of humbleness, safety, is gone
the material items cannot fullfil me anymore.
My home is my head, nothing more, nothing less
here its safe, here I am free to speak
Thoughts slow or racing, blurs of colors ever changing
the music makes me dance, and here I feel safe
Messes and mistakes are made, but are they used?
They're thrown out with the next days trash, forgotten
in a sea of words, thoughts, colors, feelings.. no one can harm me here.
My door is locked, the key is tossed, and I dont even need an expensive security alarm.
..ick.
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