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There isn’t a true home No matter where I live Everywhere feels unknown Too long to only feel under achieve I did not choose to become who I am I only realize along the way Pushed and push again beyond what can I only understand and say its okay Why is each life so limited? Once again I resent what we teach ourselves We are our world so prohibited I rather die alone with my stories in shelves It’s really hard living in a world with what I know I have to go on pretending and nodding In such a dysfunctional world for me to behold You couldn’t even imagine what my mind is suppressing I need a place I can call home An owned space I might just attain and achieve Simply a place to call my own A place to die alone after I live ........................ Genre: life Song: talk show host by Radiohead