Where is Home?

People say that home is where you make it
But what happens when you can't make it anywhere?
Sleeping in a different bed every night,
Asking where you have to go that day

Not being able to sleep because
You don't have an actual bed to sleep in
There's a time of loneliness
its the time where you're always wrong
The time when you can't do anything right

This time you can't do anything about it
Its stuck like glue
Its not coming apart anytime soon

The depressing part is over
Its finally accepted
Things get switched around
And you'll never be at your exact home.

Home is split up
You don't know where to go
And thats the point you ask
Where's home?