My friends and I all had something in common
A few years ago
We had a place we called home
But we can’t go there anymore

It was our friend’s house
Whose father was never home
So he invited all of us over
Since him and his brother didn’t like to be alone

It’s the place we would go
To break away from reality
To experience life on another level
And lose control of our sanity

Although it smelled of cigarettes
And other illegal drugs
I miss that house
And the memories I have are not enough

This “home” was filled with suspense, Heart break,
Broken bones, blackouts, over-dialated pupils, and racing hearts
There was so much to chouse from
We didn’t know where to start

At times certain events
Made me hate this place and its people more and more
Half of the time, my mind was up in the air
While my body was still firmly planted on the floor

People said
“That place is full of lowlifes and feigns”
Part of that may be true
But really it was just a house full of kids with broken dreams