I come from outside to whitewashed walls
A building where I made my abode
I hesitate to walk inside
Whenever I do, I feel sick inside
My stomach in knots as I take off my shoes
My head aches as I go up the stairs
I go through your door and close it and sigh
Now I let all my emotions erode
Erode my face of all expressions
Erode my soul of all capacity
To feel, to live, to even breathe
I let down my guard and tenacity
Alone in my room, alone on my bed
The only place I'm out of my head
These four walls have seen it all
They're silent but present, watching my bed
I'm grateful for this place I call my own
The only place I seem to breathe
The quiet of my room is music to me
Where I can calm down, no need to seethe
I look at the clock, my stomach turns again
Can't stay for long, I can't be alone.
Why is it that I've grown to love
And grown to loathe this place called home?
