I'M WORKING ON A SONG I CALL "HOME" ...CHORUS: I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TOO BAD DON'T BE SAD I JUST WENT HOME AND THE CUTS JUST SO HAPPEN TO BE HOME TO ME CUS MY HOUSE IS NOT A HOME SO WHERE WAS I SUPPOSED TO GO? HOME MAKES ME FEEL SICK TOO, SO NOW WHAT DO I DO? I GUESS I JUST GO TO SLEEP.. GO TO SLEEP, FOR GOOD. 1ST VERSE (ROUGH DRAFT): LOOK THROUGH THE BROKEN GLASS THAT I USE AS A DAGGER TO CUT MY OWN WRISTS CUS MY HEART IS SHATTERED LOVE HAS TREATED ME SO POOR, BUT YOU'VE NEVER EVEN ASKED ME WHAT'S WRONG BEFORE! I'M JUST EVERYONE'S TOY, SO I STAY BEHIND MY SLAMMED DOOR..