I started walking out of your so called
"home of love"
Leaving you behind cursing at me
Yelling
That I have guts to step away
This is not a shelter
This is a prison
And I'm not trying to prove something
Darling I'm trying to survive.
I'm done being your machine
I'm done being under your command
If this is how you define your home of love
Then I'd better be homeless