Coming to home…
Have you ever felt the urge to puke?
Coming to you is like going to the lion’s den itself,
you are that place with no peace.
Oh! Coming back to you, after all the joy and freedom I had.
Coming back to you is like going back in the closet.
Having to hide my true identity, my innocent self,
because you are a vulture.
Oh? Coming to tears, bruises and death.
You are that leaking shack that is lifeless.
Depression, Anxiety and, phobia are your inhabitants
Oh! Coming back to you.
What a heartbreaker you are…