Freedom

To make it clear
I will never come back
To this place
I call hell
It maybe your home but it will never be mine
I will take this place and erase it forever
from my heart and mind
and i will be free of this place for good
its my home of course
You say that
but it isnt
its a prison you incage me in
I will never be free until i die
But now that i have a plan
I can fly free of the fiery depths
I called home and take to the skies where the real love i want and needed
Are there
This isnt my real home it was just a fabrication of what you wanted
And not my own
So these skies i fly
are left with the debris of the memory of my home