Stranger

Why do you make me feel like a stranger in my own home.

As soon as I walk through the door, I feel all alone.

You sit there with a smile on your face, then you open your mouth.

The shit that comes out doesn't make sense, I have to run South.

I have to go take a walk or hop in the car, I have to get away from you, I have to run far.

I don't like to be around you, I don't like your face, I take one look at you and shake my head in disgrace. 

You have changed so much in these few short years, since we moved away, you brought me here to a new state and here we have to stay.  

You brought us here for a new start, to get away from it all, but instead of getting closer, we just grow apart.

You look at me with anger, you yell at me so loud, I take a deep breathe and ask you with pleading eyes, are you proud.

You are a angry man, just go away, I want you to leave and I want to stay.

This is my home now, a stranger no more, I want you to go, I don't want you here, you can leave by the door.

As I see you walk away, now I can relax, I finally can breathe again, I no longer feel attacked.