Home isn't a place, it's you. You make me smile when I'm crying in bed tears rolling down my face leaving traces of blood holding everything in my hand just to wanna walk away, run far away, but all that pain slowly goes away, we are 2 hours time difference apart but it feels like home to just hear your voice, hard to say what's going on in my life when you make it all go away, you. your the reason I'm here.