Kind of hard feeling,   like when someone complains on clothes,   or something else that is stuck in the throat   Hard and lonely,   I never understood   Come home again      Come home,   I never understood   The aching in my throat is still as hard as before      I did not know or understand   I'm older now but just as young   I'm the same person      Selfish,   The selfishness that crawls upon you when you least expect   Like a spider in your bed   That you have layed into pieces,   but still not      It doesn't die,   no it's still there