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How can I call this home when it doesnt feel like it?
Four walls, ceilings and some doors, but something doesnt fit?
So tart it up with paint and stuff, curtains, carpets and rugs...
But its still nowhere as important as love, kisses and hugs...

I dont feel like I belong here, im really not content
Theres just an overwhelming feeling and its one of real contempt...
But anywhere I go Im gonna feel walled in
Theres no escape, no running away, its a feeling from within...

So why is this thing called home making me feel trapped and pressured?
There's so much more to life out there, a lot more to be treasured...
Give me freedom, time and space and I will feel alive,
Dont cage me up in these four walls, I never will survive....
Written by Scolar37 (Scott Millar)
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