When I come home
I know it€™s you that I€™ll find
Pacing the floors once again
I know that I€™m bored
I€™m staying in bed too long
Counting the holes in the door
Damaged is the way I feel
My life is running away
Alone I€™m a mess
I don€™t care how long it€™s been
I know I€™m just wasting away
The clothes on the floor
Just like the mountains outside
The prison I live every day
I want to know if this is real
All of these things that I feel
I want to know if this is real
All of these things that I feel
When I come home
I know it€™s you that I€™ll find
Pacing the floors once again