My home is empty,
wherever I stand I'm blind.
I've never lived in this land.
Fifteen and I got to say yes to the first boy who asked,
two months later and I made him cry.
I could never understand why
they didn't want to get out of this place.
This is home?
'This is home',
I've never felt compelled.
I've always seen my area
as a place I simply dwelled.
It's not that I don't love those within this isle
It's just I'd hoped there was more to see.
But what person doesn't have a home?
Is it just me?