when i find my home

you will not be alone

watch the windowsill break down onto the floor

i think i'm falling away

looking at the sun soaked trees, that seem to be green

i'm dying inside, i'm dying inside

think i've finally found a place where i belong

walking back from your house, alone

nothing but a strong will to survive, but no pride

i've paid for my mistakes and some on top of that

is this too much to ask? is this to much to ask?

i know the pain of love, i know the fear of hate

i'm dying out, i'm dying out

for the one you've trusted, but

walk away and i will never see your face again.