maybe, i'm not your home. just a bridge or maybe a shelter where you stayed when you didn't know where else to go. maybe i was only someone who made your lonely days a little easier. i gave you comfort and a place to rest your heart, but i was never the place you wanted to stay. i kept hoping you would choose me the way i chose you, but deep down, i think i was only a stop on your journey. and as painful as it is to admit, i can't force someone to see me as home when their heart has always been looking somewhere else.