I wanna go home.

You say you want more

Well what can I do

You’re doing nothing yourself

But I guess that’s just you being you

You complain and complain

And say you’re being nice

That’s it’s the new you

And old you would be vice

But how can you not see

That your words hurt me

It’s all about you isn’t it

I guess it’s just time for me to flee

But where to

I got nowhere to go

I look up at the sky

The clouds making me wish I could just go back home

But I’m stuck here

With you

I’m not the burden you think I am

I’ll never be perfect for you

Or anyone else for that matter

~a sleepy ghost~