Homesick for myself

Verse 1

Existing is exhausting, wearing me thin,

I’m a ghost in my own body, barely wired in.

Over‑caffeinated heartbeat, under‑rated soul,

In a room full of people but I’m ice‑cold, alone.

Pre‑Chorus

Slipping through the static, drowning in the noise,

Searching for the version of me I destroyed.

Chorus

Loneliness is just homesickness for myself,

Screaming in a void where no one else can tell.

Silence hits my bones like a place I used to know—

Feels like coming home.

Choosing me every day is the loudest love I’ll ever show.

Verse 2

Stitched together with the nights I almost broke,

Breathing through the ashes of the words I never spoke.

Clawing back the pieces that I left behind,

Trying to resurrect the parts they said weren’t mine.

Bridge (whisper → scream)

I’m not broken—

I’m becoming.

I’m not empty—

I’m becoming.

If I listen close, I hear my heartbeat calling back:

COME HOME. COME HOME. COME HOME.

Final Chorus

Loneliness is just homesickness for myself,

Rising from the wreckage where I fell.

In the quiet, I can feel my spirit glow—

Silence finally feels like coming home.

Choosing me every day is the loudest love I’ll ever know.