Theresa

Home, I am going home. I like you all but I wanna be alone
No, you will never know, these lips are sealed and I am on my own
You live in a castle when I am down in the streets
You'd like to wrestle when I'm just looking for peace
You've got your road tidy, I've got nothing at all
Don't try to find me, I'm behind the wall
Life, mine's as sharp as a knife. Gets into the brain and starts a strife
Love, you're sent from above. Cut me deep with a plastic glove
You're born, you spend your childhood trying to figure out the world
Just to find out that what is, may be the worst
Possible outcome of this neverending curse
Is this a meaning place? Is there a cure?