Bliss of time!
That's the beauty of a home right; it's cold is warmer than the breeze outside! How did I know; I was just a shelter you stood under for a while? For when its warm and sunny outside again You'd leave at once and go Blaming I was never enough To make you feel at home... Now I fear to be myself Cause that's not what you like You want to carve an image of mine What suits your bliss of time!!!