Home Not Sweet Home

After years, where should I put my heart, where can I say this is "Home Sweet Home"?
And in the middle of undefined weather like this, i still don't know where to go, cause a place where i should go, isn't the one that i can call "Home Sweet Home".

Me, myself, don't know why i live on my own with all the surroundings. Only one or two can have some times with me and have a "life". It's confusing yet hurting, when i don't know where i stand or where i can stand.

Still my secure place isn't home but person.

And the lullaby playing in an office room, I'm on my own, with the wind from the air conditioner and one or two ghosts that passing by..

+Hanya Tinggal Kita Berdua+ - KOIL