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I'M exhausted.
I just wanna go home!~

What it feels like to be alone,
What it feels like to be far from home.

You don't know, but it hurts.
The eerie silence, grieving nuisance,
Better to be in a happy violence.

Those poker faces and hateful glares,
Physically present; soul is somewhere.

Those cruel actions and fickle minds,
But the world sees their fake shines.

Had the Lord been more careful,
In preparing their souls,
Cuz' in place of a kind heart,
There is a big black hole.

Was my head risen to bow; this I don't know.
Walls, furniture and heavy loans,
If they make up a home;
Tis' better to stay all alone.