I want to come home
But not to this mess
Everyone else gets the love
While I get what's left
I leave to get away
To revive my soul with him
Hoping to come back
To the same sort of welcome
But its not that way
No smile and no light
I come home to cold
And complete darkness in the night
As the days wander on
I find myself staying
Closer and longer with him
In a sense, delaying
So I don't have to hear the jokes
Or the mumbled rejoice
When I come home without that smile
You see, its because I have no choice.
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