I don't know where I belong.
I'm struggling to find anyone to help me along.
I'm crossing this lonely dark road.
All I hope is that there is somebody home.
I keep seeing, but I wake and I am screaming.
Why aren't I leaving?
Why must I have these feelings?
I miss my old home where we would always run to just to be alone.
I miss my old home where everything would start, and everything would end.
I miss my old home where my heart fell from my chest.
Those days I have fallen, I miss your location.
I still can't move, I still can't drive,
I'm so used to running, I'm so used to diving.
Looking back it always looks so simple, but I still can say.
I miss my old home.
This is a new kind of loneliness where everything your used to is now going. I try to forget, but it's a constant pain.
I remember my first kiss, the way I felt when I could run from everything. I remember the cool night's, and the hot summer days.
I remember believing that everything was going to be just fine.
I remember when it all burned to ash, I still can't even grasp.
There's no more happiness when the brokenness is in control, but it doesn't last.
I miss this old house, it's where I lived for so long.
I'm still dreading of what went wrong.
Why do I feel so terrible?
it's still in my head and it's very much alive.
It's a crime to be living inside my mind.
I'm hiding in such new places.
I can't escape these old faces.
My old home eased to erase from what's left of me.
I'm struggling to find anyone to help me along.
I'm crossing this lonely dark road.
All I hope is that there is somebody home.
I keep seeing, but I wake and I am screaming.
Why aren't I leaving?
Why must I have these feelings?
I miss my old home where we would always run to just to be alone.
I miss my old home where everything would start, and everything would end.
I miss my old home where my heart fell from my chest.
Those days I have fallen, I miss your location.
I still can't move, I still can't drive,
I'm so used to running, I'm so used to diving.
Looking back it always looks so simple, but I still can say.
I miss my old home.
This is a new kind of loneliness where everything your used to is now going. I try to forget, but it's a constant pain.
I remember my first kiss, the way I felt when I could run from everything. I remember the cool night's, and the hot summer days.
I remember believing that everything was going to be just fine.
I remember when it all burned to ash, I still can't even grasp.
There's no more happiness when the brokenness is in control, but it doesn't last.
I miss this old house, it's where I lived for so long.
I'm still dreading of what went wrong.
Why do I feel so terrible?
it's still in my head and it's very much alive.
It's a crime to be living inside my mind.
I'm hiding in such new places.
I can't escape these old faces.
My old home eased to erase from what's left of me.
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