Stuck in here, and I don’t wanna be stuck in here anymore.
It feels like a cage, you have taken tours outside this cage. You have seen the cageless surroundings of this cage, yet you have always came back to it. Like you are obligated to do so. Like it’s a nest or something; a home. Its not a home. In fact, anything but a home. What it is an incurable cancerous tumor/hole that sucks you and sucks the life out of you. That's what it is.
I know what everyone would say, get out of there! If you hate it so much then get the hell out of there! Like a piece of cake.
I would get outta here in a heartbeat. I would.
Contradictory to what I said. Riyadh was still indisputably, ceaselessly, pathetically, disgustingly home.
