I don't want to go home.
Don't really want to stay here either, but I don't want to go home.
I know what will be waiting for me. The silence. The emptiness.
I don't want to go home, and walk in through the door knowing that she'll never be there again. Knowing that I'll never see her smile again, nor tell me that she loves me.
I wish I told her I'd loved her before she went. I don't even remember saying goodbye properly.
Don't want to go home. Don't want to stay here either.
Want to be with Janet.