I do feel like going home,
but when i am there, alone
i feel like it’s not known,
to me, at all.
this comfortable place,
it feels like a cell,
I know it like my hand,
Yet it feels like my own hell.
let me the fuck out,
i say to myself,
knowing full well,
there is no getting out.
i don’t know what to do
someone smash my dome,
i can’t even talk to you,
i just feel like going home.
–
krp
