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I want to stay,
don't you see? But being here is just so
unlivable. I feel like I'm dead,
people controlling me,
people taunting me,
people calling me out.
Don't you see that I gotta go?
I don't want to be here,
love. I can't be here.
The voices tell me to
GO HOME
and you tell me
this is my home.
But do you know what I see?
I see burning fires,
beautiful people wasting their lives,
burning houses people call homes,
liars that misuse the word
love
and honesty.
You tell me
that staying with you
could save me.
But don't you see?
I feel strings,
attached to limbs
and smiles pasted on when I'm feeling sorrows.
I feel lies being shoved in my ears,
they are so unwanted.
I see the truth go out the window
and into an unreachable dimension.
I wish you would just believe me,
I gotta go.
I don't wanna stay.
This isn't a home,
this isn't a house,
this isn't anything I want.
The voices in my head tell me to
GO HOME,
for once in my ******** life,
I want to listen to the voices
to what they are tellin' me.
I'm not stayin'.
It's not worth it.
I'm sorry to say,
but I ******** have to leave.
Stop telling me to stay,
I'll leave.
Stop telling me you care,
I don't.
Stop telling me you love me,
I don't ******** believe you.
I want to go ********
home, and if you don't want to
believe it,
attach the strings again,
I'll rip 'em up,
find the core of you,
and tear you up.
This aint worth it anymore.
It's time to leave.
You're not here.
You're a figment.
Stop lying.
I'm going home.
I'm listening to the voices
and erasing dead memories,
GO HOME.