lucky, the night.

stuck on the outside of the place i called home
deserted, alone, with nowhere to go
never before has it hit me so fast
that i belong nowhere and have lost my past

my old friends are busy, no room for me
because i'm not a part of their reason to be
a home almost tangible stabs me fine
becuase i know i can't go there, it's no longer mine
other pictures hang on the walls of MY room
but being so alone, i would've never assumed
that i wouldn't fit in where i thought i belonged
it just kills me that i've been wrong all along
for forever i've longed for a home to be near
i don't know anymore, because it sure isn't here
so here i sit and wait as the dark cascades
lucky, the night, for in the morning it fades.