My home isn't mine anymore...
I'm torn apart from my friends and family.
Kept away From my memories and feelings,
Left alone with my agony.

My habitat was demolished.
By a split of a second, a new life was created just for me.
I'm gonna clear my desk, end my job,
And get a fresh start, independenly.

It's not that bad, you would say.
It's pathetic, I know.
But it is, it was mine,
And i don't want to let it go.

I have a new home.
Same friends, only I am different.
I grew up, I survived the change.
But i sure miss my old little habitat.


Distorted Reality.