When you ta lk a bout your homelife I try to identify With my own memories Childhood life wa s such a breeze But now imslipping a wa y From the boy my mother ma de Imgrowing on, but i hold on To the da ys tha t ma de me fell so Powerless a nd ignora nt Without a cent, without the sense to know Tha t one da y i would ha ve to try To survi have a nd go
First time you gotta lea ve your home Second time you li have a lone Third time you just dont know Fourth time you gotta pa ck your life a nd go
On the da y my fa ther died I wa s too na i have to cry Inside i wa s so unclea r I a lwa ys thought hes rea ppea r But now imslipping a wa y From the lost child he ma de Imgrowing but i hold on To his na me a nd to the da ys of Innocence a nd selfishness I find these things impossible to sha ke But i wont brea k, until i ta ke Ta ke a fuckingg cha nce a nd go
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