I wish I could just slip back into my habits I wish that life was like it was when I was 7
So distant from home New friends they come and go Maybe it’s time to return? No, disengage, it’s lost Only dark depression and drugs Fill the void of becoming what I want
Homesick to my stomach Memories create the perfect image There was and still is nothing for me There was and still is nothing
Get the fuck up Wake up and say that you hate yourself Wake up now and say that you hate yourself
Go into your own thoughts Faint voices fill you with love Maybe it’s time to return?
No jobs, no future, no joy in past pleasures I know why I left and I’m happy to come back and go again Some faces never change I still love them but I don’t wanna lose progress Sometimes you gotta pack up and move onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
