My house doesn't feel like home, it's a lovely house, it has been decorated nicely, has everything I need and more, but it feels cold, dingey, empty, it's not somewhere I feel relaxed and safe. I don't know where home really is when I crave it. I never really had one for more than a few years without being moved on. But I want it, I want it so bad. Sometimes when I'm out a walk I catch myself looking in all the windows of the houses as I pass, they look so warm and inviting, sometimes I'll see a family sat around the TV, I can almost feel the love, I dno, it's like everything I've ever wanted, then I look back at the path, I'm snapped back to reality, all alone, heading back to my empty house to spend another night tryna feel anything but the pain, it's such a strange exhausting feeling. I just wanna go home.