If you love me let me go Cause these words are knives that often leave scars The fear of falling apart And truth be told, I never was yours |
If you love me let me go Cause these words are knives that often leave scars The fear of falling apart And truth be told, I never was yours |
And I know it's long gone, And that magic's not here no more, And I might be okay, But I'm not fine at all |
Home is an interesting and vague concept. Is it where you were born or what your genes claim? Is it where you feel safe or where you dream yourself to be? Or is it just a state of mind? Whatever it is, I feel homesick all the time. Maybe it's the confusion. Maybe it's the longing of a place that I haven't found yet. Or maybe it's just the rebel in me desiring not belong to anywhere |
If you can't hold on If you can't hold on Hold on |
Don't give in Don't you dare quit so easy |