Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm
Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Babe I miss you, you know
And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home
Let me go home
'Cause I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
That this is not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home
One of the things I realized today is that I am never satisfied with what I have and never appreciate it. As my sister was telling me a story about her childhood friend that she recently reunited with after 13 years. I came to the conclusion that my priorities in life are all wrong. Helen my sister's friend just came to Canada at that time 13 years ago (Grade 8) where she lived near Yonge and Finch. However, during her high school years her father unfortunately had a stroke. At that time he was unable to afford the place where they were staying at, so they had to move to Toronto Public Housing. As an immigrant to this country it is always hard to get started and to have that happen to your father, I can only imagine the hardships.
I am always complaining about wanting a bigger house, bigger TV, and even another car. I always compare myself to people that are more well off then me but I never compare myself to the people that are not as well off. I could cannot picture not having enough money to pay the bills or even buying groceries for my family to eat. These are some of the real problems people have to deal with everyday. Here I am trying to look for designer outfits or articles of clothing, while others are worried about even having clothes or wondering how long their current clothes will last before they have to buy new ones which they just cannot afford.
I always complain about work and not having enough money to spend for myself but I make almost twice as much as minimum wage. Some people don't even have jobs and are struggling just to make a living. I am going to admit that I am self-concious about my appearance and what clothes i want to buy and should buy but what does that make me? Just some spoiled superficial asshole trying to impress people i don't give two fucks about. It is very sad for me to look at myself and not feel absolutely disgusted about my behavior. Fortunately everything went well for Helen's Family in the end but not every story ends the same. I don't really know where i can go from here, maybe it is just a phase of maturity on my part but after realizing what a punk i am, i don't think i can ever be the same person.
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