My home gets lost in the blues
left everything but my blanket
So I feel like a maggot
that eats up all their hues
Now I search a new place
but to build a house
on the back of a louse
you need more than just space
To build strong walls
you must tear them down
is it okay to frown
when tiredness calls?
I can't help but think
I can't help but
I can't help
I can't
There's someone within
And only I deserve anger-
I feel like I live in
the memories of a stranger.
