Yes I hate the way I feel and it makes no sense. Five months gone and all I got. Pretty pink flowers on my chain link fence. I don't like what it means. Cause I know there's more to come. I can't go home without. Chrysanthemum. I walk around lost and I don't know why. I don't see the faces or the places I should recognize. It's like that dream where it feels like home but it don't look right. Yes I will look everywhere tonight. I will not stop till I make things right. And I can't go home till I see the sun. I can't go home without. Chrysanthemum. No I can't go home without. Chrysanthemum.