A Place To Call Home

I’m possibly homeless  But not entirely hopeless I have nowhere to go  No one I  know  I lay on the cold floor  Alone because I walked out the door Now I’m crying alone  Not in a home  Because of love you weren't made of  You couldn't prove anything  When I need something  It doesn't matter anymore  I don't matter laying on the floor When I need a brake I can't do it  But if I cross the line I get hit  Once I’m gone  I’m done I can't do this  I shouldn't have to do this  No one should  Even if it's all they could Even when they think ‘I can take it’  They don't know how hard is each hit