Coming Home

I can’t believe that anybody,
Would ever want to come home to me
I can’t see myself with with anybody,
Let alone anybody with me
Coming home to my own thoughts,
My own mind, no escape
I am alone, no one’s here
It’s just me, we’ll make it through
The same day, over and over and over again
It’s okay, we’ll make it through
Is this enough? I’ve always wanted more
(I thought there was more)
Dream, plan, wish, work, hope, work
Sleep, worry, work, stress, work, eat, work, work
Maybe more wasn’t for me
Nobody would ever want to come home to me
I can’t see anybody ever coming home to me

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