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It’s easy to leave

It’s hard to stay behind and rest

With all the stupid things I believe

And watch my life drift like dust

I hope I make it to a warm heart

I hope that’s where I belong

I hope I don’t end up out of breath

Wherever the washed up are hung

I’m afraid of my own shadow because it’s what I’ve become

Why do I waste my time with people who’ll never love anyone?

My only sin, my only sin: I started hating my own skin

Home, home, home.

I hope I make it home

Home, home.

I hope I make it home

I got lost and the road dragged on and on

I couldn’t remember what I was chasing

No, or what I had become

I always thought my life looked much better at a distance

Now I’m just another set of eyes lost in the blur

And the only thing left in this world that bothers to hate me

Is my pride

No one sees me, they don’t need to to know I slipped away with the tide

Home, home, home.

I hope I make it home

Home, home.

I hope I make it home

Home, home.

I hope I make it home

I got lost, I started hating my own skin

I got lost, I started hating my own skin