It’s been months since you felt at home.
You meet someone, but neither the time nor the person is right.
You feel at home after a long time, like it’s your home.
But it’s not, you know, it’s just a dream.
What is home anyway, and why do you want to feel it?
Why can’t you make your own home?
What is it about home that people always want to feel?
You ask yourself questions with no answers
But the person you feel inside of you is like your home, the answer to all your questions.
But it never was, never can be, and never will be.
Your home is one thing, you are another

After a long time you feel like yourself, it gives you momentary happiness
You have everything in common
But it isn’t, it can’t be, it was just a dream.
You want to know everything about him, but he can’t tell you, and you can’t ask.
You want him to tell you everything,
His hobbies, favourite color, himself, life, everything you don’t know
You want him to tell you what you know, you want to relearn everything with him.
With him you are both a child and the most mature person in the world.
But it can’t be, you can’t ask and he can’t talk.
Maybe your feelings were right, maybe he reminded you of what you miss.
But what does it matter?
You’re alone with your feelings, he’s gone.
They will always leave
You exist, you’re just you
You don’t have time, you don’t have you, you don’t have him.
You want to cry with him when you cry alone
But he belongs to someone else, you belong to someone else.
You’re alone with your pain and you can’t even tell anyone.
You exist, you’re just you

Don’t forget these feelings, maybe he will come back,
Flowers may bloom in the gardens, but it will always be spring inside of you.
You are not afraid of love or pain,
You know that
Even if you don’t like the pain of not being together, have you ever been happy together?

Anyway, maybe you should experience your feelings and close another book.
But these feelings never seem to end, do they?
Why do you say he left and didn’t even say goodbye to you?
You keep looking at the street for some news from him,
waiting
You belong to someone else, his heart belongs to someone else.
But it doesn’t work, why?
Because after months and months and years you felt at home.
But the house is in you, not someone else’s.
But in your mind that person will always be your home, you will never forget him.
How can you beat the feeling of tasting home after so many months?