Wake up, dreaming. Another day has passed you by. You don’t feel the same now, like the time you felt alive. And you could be free
They say that, home is where the heart is. But, I don’t feel the same. Time is what’s fleeting. I wanna turn around and go, back home
Have you tried, to adjust. To who you, have to be. I don’t know. What I can do, to help you right. All’s I can say is
They say that, home is where the heart is. But, I don’t feel the same. Time is what’s feeting. I wanna turn around and go, back home
If you told me, I’d be easy. I’d have to disagree. Making changes, to who I used to be, isn’t easy
They say that, home is where the heart is. But, I don’t feel the same. Time is what’s feeting. I wanna turn around and go, back home
