A burning inside starts to let go. Turns into smoke. Everyone knows it. A fire in your eyes starts to let go. It died long ago. Everyone knows it. The hope that we had, the dream that we were, home feels so far away. You were made for more than just pain.
Looking for reasons to try. A reason to live or to die. Won’t you come home? Back to where your heart is. If this is the meaning of life, every breath that we breathe is a fight. Won’t you come home? Back to where you started. Won’t you come home?
What once was a girl is now just a ghost. Is now just a ghost. And everyone knows it. Seen it before. We watched her explode. We watched her explode. But nobody shows it. Nothing hurts worse than hope that’s deferred. Don’t let this slip away. See you shining under the shame.
Looking for reasons to try. A reason to live or to die. Won’t you come home? Back to where your heart is. If this is the meaning of life, every breath that we breathe is a fight. Won’t you come home? Back to where you started.
Slipping away. Slipping away.
Looking for reasons to try. A reason to live or to die. Won’t you come home? Back to where your heart is. If this is the meaning of life, every breath that we breathe is a fight. Won’t you come home? Back to where your heart is.
Won’t you come home? Won’t you come home?
I think you forgot a word. "you were made for More than just pain" lol just thought I'd correct you there.
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