hurt is beautiful...after a time..

Well, if you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off that grin
I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies

the scars... they become 'identity'..
the scars : they attract the 'like'...
and the 'home' becomes home-less-ness...

i ve been home-less for 20 years..
too busy in saving it...

when i saved it...
it was money...

and it remained 'home' till 'money' painted it...

it is not me...
it happens all the time...