Neverhome Stories

I'll be home soon. Probally noon,maybe in June. Not even time to play,but you have been gone all day.Maybe you can stay. Asleep,bout to weep.All this shit is nothing but a skit to you. Do you even care?I have nothing to spear. So go ahead tear my heart,maybe it can restart. 1 Hour,turns into a 6 dour.Don't even come,you turn my heart numb.