Striving for things I don\'t even want
Lifes become a game a leisurely jaunt
If nothing I do matters or makes a difference
I\'ll just get fucked up and do whatever I want
But it all fulfills nothing i\'m still empty and alone
This house is a prison but all my shits here so oh well
Don\'t bother listening to me bitch and moan
If you don\'t have anywhere to belong, any place to call home, or any satisfaction at all
you might as all well be a vagabond without any home.
It\'s how I feel anyway. I wish I could walk away from it all