Home
Sometimes I am so desperately nostalgic for my little hometown,
With rivers and lakes and mountains and trees,
And the life I had before.
Eighteen years.
Now I've moved on,
But there's a broken piece missing,
Left back in that tiny town.
Sometimes i can feel the gaping hole,
And it becomes difficult to breathe.
Nothing can go back to the way it was before.
Sometimes the ache is so strong I almost leave this place,
This dirty, dusty, very large, very lonely city,
But then I look at you and realize that I'm not alone,
And that I am home.
With rivers and lakes and mountains and trees,
And the life I had before.
Eighteen years.
Now I've moved on,
But there's a broken piece missing,
Left back in that tiny town.
Sometimes i can feel the gaping hole,
And it becomes difficult to breathe.
Nothing can go back to the way it was before.
Sometimes the ache is so strong I almost leave this place,
This dirty, dusty, very large, very lonely city,
But then I look at you and realize that I'm not alone,
And that I am home.
♠ ♠ ♠
I feel like there's no way to truly get rid of the feeling of missing home when you leave to college but sometimes you find people who ease the ache a little bit more. You leave pieces of you everywhere you go though.