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Home
By ChelseyyVengeance

 


I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain,
I'm going to the place where love,
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing,
And the pain you feel's a different kinda pain.

Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where you love has always been enough for me,
I'm not running from.
No I think you got me all wrong,
I don't regret this life I chose for me,
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home,
Well I'm going home.

The miles are getting longer, it seems,
The closer I get to you,
I've not always been the best man or friend for you,
But your love remains true,
And I don't know why,
You always seem to give me another try.

So I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me,
I'm not running from,
No, I think you got me all wrong,
I don't regret this life I chose for me,
But these places and these faces are getting old.

Be careful what you wish for,
Cause you just might get it all,
You just might get it all,
And then some you don't want,
Be careful what you wish for,
Cause you just might get it all,
You just might get it all.

Oh, well I'm going to home,
Back to the place where I belong,
A where your love has always been enough for me,
I'm not running from,
No I think you got me all wrong,
I don't regret this life I chose for me,
But these places and these faces are getting old,
I said these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home,
I'm going home.

This is the worst part of being on tour, so far away from where I want to be, where I'm meant to be. I hate it when I have to say goodbye to her, I just want her to be by my side, but she has a job to do aswell as I do. I've been away for 4 months now, constantly on the road, travelling from city to city, venue to venue, crowd to crowd. There's still another 3 weeks before I can go home, before I can kiss her again. Things have been so damn hectic this time round, we never expected to be this big in Europe, but there's kids here getting our band logo tattooed on their skin, kids that would scream our name whilst they were waiting for us to come on stage. I guess when we come here it's a pretty big deal, it's part of what I live for, it's that feeling I get when I go out on stage and play my guitar, I just get lost in the music, in the atmosphere, the way the band just clicks together as a whole, the drums, the bass, the guitars, the vocals. Whilst there is nothing in the world that could compare to that feeling, there's one place that just starts calling me back, home, more precisely Huntington Beach. everything I've ever cared about is there, my parents live there, my four best friends parents, and her, the woman I'd give everything up for.

We talk on the phone as much as we can, but the time difference makes it difficult, when I'm not working, she is and vice versa. That's what makes it so tough, because sometimes I'm sick of the company of the other guys, and all I want is her, to hear her voice say my name, for her to run her fingers through my hair in a way only she can, the way she scrapes her nails across my chest when she's concentrating on something on the tv, the way her hair smells when she's had a shower. The way she can make me forget there's anyone else in the room. The way she makes my heart skip a beat when she catches my mouth in a kiss, the way she nibbles on my lip, or the way her hands are slightly smaller than mine, but they fit perfectly.

I crave to go home and be with my lady, the woman who has my heart in the palm of her hand. The days drag, they go by so slowly and I hate it.

The last show finally arrives, I think this is the most energy I've had for a show in a long time, the crowd is so loud, they sing their hearts out to the songs I've helped write, the thoughts I've had are etched into their memory's, just like she is mine. Not lone now. The show finishes, the crowd continues their chorus of cheers as we all stand together, take a bow, throw out picks and drum sticks. I practically run off stage, down to the changing room. We all share an embrace, because we're all thinking the same thing.

I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
Where your love has always been enough for me.

A/N - So, this is another little one-shot, taken from Daughtry's Home. I absolutely adore this song, and I found I could fit it quite snugly into a little Avenged One-shot, let me know what you guys think? Reviews would be lovely, you beautiful, beautiful people!

Much Love <3


 

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