I have two homes and it's not so easy,
One that loves me to much for my own good,
and the other hates me with every fiber of my being.
One is home all the time,
and the other there is no one to be seen.
One home is happy and full of laughter,
and the other is full of saddness and full of lonelyness.
I live two different lives and in two different homes.
I change in those two homes.
I'm not the same in ether one.
In one I have no emotion/no room to speak,
and no one to speak too,
It's almost like a living hell.
It's full of so much pain.
It's like you could almost kill yourself from lonelyness.
In the other one I have some emotion/some room to speak and someone to speak too,
It's almost like topsie-turbie town.
It's full of happyness but of much pain too.
I have two homes and it's not so easy.
