Home.

It's just a house.
It's not a home.
Broken hearts,
broken bones.
I want to go home.
Please,
won't you take me home.
Back when I was young,
and you were free.
If only we knew how life would change.
How things would change.
It's not the way we planned it.
Because times change,
and people change.
And then you get tired of me.
Somehow you moved on.
But I can't seem to find a way.
I miss the way we used to be.
I miss my family.