home is where the heart is

It's funny how - even now- you still support me after all the things that I've done - you're so good to me- waiting patiently - and isn't it sad that you still have to ask if I care..?
I got down on myself - working too hard - driving myself to death - trying to beat up the faults in my head - what a mess I've made - sure we all make mistakes - but they see me so large that they think I'm immune to the pain.

I never said I was perfect - but - can - you - take - me - home...?