9 acessos
Did I wait too long? Moments gone-they're now wasted.
Coming back to home-it feels wrong: changes haunt me.
And the pain before leave me lost, confused, searching.
Everything I own takes me back nowhere.
Objects in my room-they might be telling me something soon.
Still you ask me how I feel. I feel lost-that's how I feel.
I know there's something I've forgotten-like a time, a place, a shattered memory.
For me, it's more than I can seem to handle: It's the pain my mind is writing on the wall.
The truth, you lie-you said it can't convince you to give up.
This place will never set me free. Enough, I know. I really did it this time.
It's a sign: This place is somewhere I should be.
Taking a piece of my heart when you're gone.
Are my eyes too blind to find illusions find deep inside?-Probing.
What I'd lost to find and what I find brings me here
Taking a piece of my heart-that's how it always starts-when you're gone.