Another summer day has come and gone away. In Paris and Rome, but I wanna go home.
Kenny sat staring out his window as he watched the people walking down the busy streets of Paris, or was it Rome, he couldn't remember. All he knew is he wanted to go home.
Maybe surrounded by, a million people I still feel all alone. I just wanna go home, oh I miss you, you know.
It didn't matter if he was performing in font of the huge crowd feeling alone and just wishing he was home, with his blonde boy.
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.
Kenny wrote letters; tons of them, that he would have sent Butters but didn't want the other blonde to know how much Kenny missed him. The letters were never long simply asking how everything was and stating how long it would be before the tour was over. He never sent the for everyone expressed emotions he didn't want Butters to know. Anger, jealousy, sadness, and so many more.
Another aeroplane, another sunny place. I'm lucky I know, but I wanna go home. I've got to go home.
Another airplane to the next pot. The bright sun shinned but all Kenny wanted was home. He knew he was lucky to go from dirt poor slut to being the next big star married to an innocent blonde, but all he wanted was to be with said precious blonde.
I know just why you could not come along with me. This is not your dream, but you always believed in me.
He knew why Butters didn't come with him. It wasn't his place, as Butters would say. Kenny understood and he knew he knew that Butters believed in and loved him. Sometimes that was all he needed.
Another winter day has come, and gone away. In even Paris and Rome, and I wanna go home.
Kenny smiled as they left Paris or Rome he still didn't know and didn't really care.
And I'm surrounded by, a million people I still feel alone. Oh, let me go home, oh, I miss you, you know
The crowded airport of Denver still couldn't make him feel less alone. All he wanted was to drive home straight to Butters. Though his cell phone starte3d playing the hello kitty song and he answered knowing it was Butters.
Let me go home, I've had my run. Baby, I'm done, I gotta go home.
"Kenny you done with the tour yet?"
"Yeah babe I've had my time gotta go home."
I gotta go home, let me go home. It'll all be all right.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm alright."
I'll be home tonight; I'm coming back home.
Kenny said smiling as he entered the town. "I'll be home tonight you know." Kenny pulled up and quietly entered.
"You're finally coming home?"
Kenny walked behind the blonde and whispered in his ear. "I'm coming back home."
Ok so like I was trying to finish typing this before midnight but I epically failed so I now have to beg my cousin not to count it since I was typing this since 10:30 ish but then mom got home so from like 11 to 12 I was distracted. So I hope I still can get the money cause he's paying me to type my stories and write them everyday for a week since I have been so lazy to write and type this summer and he wants me to finish my south park stories so we can write Hetalia together so I don't know. All I know is I can't shut up and I know I'm gonna fail.