Kind of hard feeling, Like when someone complains on clothes, Or something else that is stuck in the throat Hard and lonely, I never understood Come home again Come home, I never understood The aching in my throat is still as hard as before I did not know or understand I'm older now but just as young I'm the same person Selfish, The selfishness that crawls upon you when you least expect Like a spider in your bed That you have layed into pieces, But still not It doesn't die, No it's still there