Okay, so I know I haven't posted anything for ages. This was actually written for XTimeGirlX's fic comp back in March. Michael Buble's 'Home' ~ Enjoy! x

Another summer day

Has come and gone away

In Paris and Rome

But I wanna go home

Mmmmmmmm

Its still sunny out, I've finished work for the day. They're all in Luigi's, drinking away the day. I should be there but I can't. I miss you, I want to go home. There must be a reason why I'm here? I need to know.

May be surrounded by

A million people I

Still feel all alone

I just wanna go home

Oh, I miss you, you know

End of the week, two days off. What do I do with myself? I still sit here alone, at least I feel like I'm talking to you Molly. I see you sometimes, right now you're sat in the chair fingering Alex Prices' troll. I'm watching you in the mirror, a mirror image of yourself. Ha, if he could hear me now, I'd be sectioned.

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

He wonders why I don't see you, I don't write and I don't phone. I can't. We're separated by twenty six years. I can't tell anyone. They'd never believe me, he'd never believe me. And what he thinks of me really does matter. I know it shouldn't, I don't know why it does. I suppose its because he's the only constant thing in this ever changing world.

Another aeroplane

Another sunny place

I'm lucky, I know

But I wanna go home

Mmmm, I've got to go home

Wish it was that simple Molly, I'd be on the first plane home if that was all it took to bring me back to you, back to where I belong. In our time you can take a plane to anywhere in the world but here I simply can't hop on plane home

Let me go home

I'm just too far from where you are

I wanna come home

Why the hell am I still here? Will you please just let me go home…..We've already established I can't change the past, I know how my parents died, please let me go. I don't belong here, my place is in the future with Molly, she needs me and I need her.

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

'Cause this was not your dream

But you always believed in me

This is Sam Tyler's story, not mine but you believed in me even as you dismissed him as paranoid, delusional and schizo. Will you still believe in me when I get home? Can almost guarantee the words will be used to describe me when a therapist looks at my case when I get home.

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

Every time I hear voices, I think this is it. I'm coming home but it never happens. I still get my hopes up and I'm still bitterly disappointed when nothing happens. I'm not sure how to say this Molly, in fact I'm not sure I want to. I can't go on like this much longer. I think this will be my last message to you sweetheart.

I'm so sorry darling, I can't fight any longer, I'm not coming home.