fells like it has been thousands of years though
the scars are still engraved in my hands
so why do I sense this feeling of strangeness?
I've been drawn into these mere gimmicks of personalities, characters in my life that keeps showing always in the right time but never for the right amount of it.
You can see me falling, but you will never see me crawling back. I call back this threat so there's a place somewhere in which I can feel I'm home.
But, how would this ever happen, if one thing I'm sure is that home is not where I lay, nor where I rest, where I dream... home is where you are.
the scars are still engraved in my hands
so why do I sense this feeling of strangeness?
I've been drawn into these mere gimmicks of personalities, characters in my life that keeps showing always in the right time but never for the right amount of it.
You can see me falling, but you will never see me crawling back. I call back this threat so there's a place somewhere in which I can feel I'm home.
But, how would this ever happen, if one thing I'm sure is that home is not where I lay, nor where I rest, where I dream... home is where you are.
