Might as all well be a Vagabond

 

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