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Airport Floors

from Half​-​Empty by Yifan Wu

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Wandering the streets,
It seems, til the end of time.
How did this life end up being mine?
Thinking "Can I eat or will I starve again tonight?",
I'd be better off losing my mind.

I need a place to sleep,
But don't have anywhere in mind.
I'm searching but I feel blind.

When dirty bathroom stalls and airport floors become your bed,
You feel a little dead inside.

A home is what I need to fill this hole inside of me,
A place to call my own where I can dream.
And out goes all my shortcomings and insecurities,
When home is there accepting me for me.

Wandering the streets,
Along the solid yellow lines.
How did this life end up being mine?
Fingers point at me,
And they don't think they caught my eye.
They laugh about how I didn't even try,
To turn my life around when it got hard, believe me I did.
And I had to shed some tears.

A home is what I need to fill this hole inside of me,
A place to call my own where I can dream.
And out goes all my shortcomings and insecurities,
When home is there accepting me for me.

You'll never know the toll that isolation takes on someone,
Who put their heart and soul into a life that ended up wasting away.

A home is what I need to fill this hole inside of me,
A place to call my own where I can dream.
And out goes all my shortcomings and insecurities,
When home is there accepting me for me.
But home is something that I'll never see,
'Cause I'm accepting who I'll never be.

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from Half​-​Empty, released May 21, 2014

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