Way Home

   I am dead in my soul, I am lost of words, broken and unknown. I used to think I knew all life had, honestly I don't. 

                Dear sir, hey you, the one i once loved in my head, words said and some unmentioned:

Watching you love someone else is confusing.

It left me in wonders of my identity.

I could have sworn I saw a vision of us spending life together.

I could have sworn I make you better.

But the way you talk about her, the way you grin and chuckle, it tells in your attitude; you have forgotten our magic.

I have once felt this pain of being replaced. 

       Oh, poor me, I should have known from when you had just little to say.

    I was fascinated by the way you remained.

    I am done and I cannot believe myself.

     I am done, love does smell strange.

     But to think it was mutaul, oh no, here is my pen. Love has failed me once again.

   

    I had fantasized about holding you and calling you by name.

    I looked forward to days when you could lean on me.

    No, no, I never thought about you not dreaming of me.

   So, I am finding my way home.

     I am going back to where I came from, the cold ribs of unaffection.

    I want to wait, to stare at my mirror in pains, I want to find my way.

I don't know how to believe in the the girl mama had made.

I don't know how to find my way.

But I am going home, I hope to return again.

But dear sir, oh dear man, oh, dear you.

I really don't like the way ..............

The way............

The way...........

You lead me home.

In pains, broken and unknown.

To my past; all that i have always owned.