This feeling of going home is not there anymore,
A place which I called mine once is not same anymore,
Four walls filled with memroies is doesnt make new ones anymore,
A place I use to run back at, doesnt make me sleep anymore,
What happened all of the sudden?
What changed all of the sudden?
Is it the repetitive lives,
Which repeats day after day after day?
Or is it the people who made these four walls talk like a person?
Or is it these well decorated walls which hide those plain conversation we formed?
I dont know what changed, I dont know what happened,
All I know is, my mind cant be at peace when I breath air from this sore,
My body cant rest safely when its lying on this wooden floor,
My eyes cant not be shut so I can travel to future and skip all my chores,
And funny part is I waited for these four walls for 14 years,
Enjoyed for 2 years and now it makes me bored,
What should I do, what can bring the life in this ded door,
Because I tired everything but now my brain refuse to cope,
I am so done, so done with this room,
I wanna move out, so atleast I will have something to call a home,
This should qualify as a room but as if for now it cant even called "4 walls",
What kind of uneasy feeling is this, I got no choice but talk,
Talk about how awful this my own space where I cant even talk.
