Can't find myself anywhere but here.
I can't disappear.
The drive to your house is so familiar
and its finally taken its toll on me.
Walk outside.
Smell the air.
It's unforgiving scent
stuck itself inside my nose
and left me here.
I tire and wear but I press on.
Nothing along has felt less wrong.
to pick myself up from falling down.
And I don't expect much from you.
I know I'm in good hands
'cause inside this tiny room
I know I won't feel so sad.
I know I won't feel so sad

INVIA LE CORREZIONI