You come home, to the place you call home, and you face everything that a home does not define.
I feel very unwelcomed.
Very, very unwelcomed..
And the only thing I can do is nothing.
Just sigh, and get along, I guess.
Ain't nothing we can do, right?
There's always music.
So I'll just hide away in this shell. Hopefully it has good THX sound system, and a shitload of Dream Theater. I'll survive.