Doorbell

damn I hate this place
sick of looking at this face
just feel like throwing
the whole damn race
turn around and go back home
acting as if I never left
on the freeway about to turn left
on the BLVD hope some ones home
and they are glad to see me
I believe I'd kiss the cement
and high five the cieling
just to walk across that floor again
open and close that door again
feeling like a stranger in my home
no one knows me behind those doors
this is not my adress anymore
I'm just a trespasser passing by