here i am, rock me like a hurricane.

I walked into that room, the old familiar cold overcame me, the writing on the walls as vivid as the day they were wrote. The dusty smell of late nights and good times. If i could do it over again, maybe i wouldnt have run out so soon. On the odd day, i miss the simplicity i once had, living at home, being fed a delicious dinner ever night, free power, free water, free life. Bills, bills bills. You pay them and then they're right back on your back in due time. I'm scared, this is all i see for my future. I dont have a passion, i dont have a dream. I try so hard to figure it out but it just ends in the same disappointment. I miss the simplicity, i miss the noise, i miss it all.