Cos I think I've lost mine
way long ago
I can't even recall this feeling of home anymore
I spent most of my time bumping into
someone else's worlds, someone else's lives
someone else's walls
And I couldn't seem to cling on tight
to anything at all.
And now I breathe in your smoke
And I suddenly can't speak
I avoid looking in your eyes for long
cos I get afraid you will find out
how every time I hit the air until my fingers start to bleed
and dance myself down till my feet get all sore I can't walk
And I bleed when you bleed
And laugh when you laugh
And I sometimes bleed and laugh at the same time
wasn't exactly my thing, but it feels so right
in these circumstances
And I come when I come
And I do what I do
And I always seem to do it in all the wrong time
And when she comes, I wipe myself out
And the worst thing about it is that I really like her.
But my habits tend to take control over me
and I know, but I just can't help it
And God knows I've tried so many times
but each time just failed miserably
And every time I come up with a plan to end it all
My plan just goes wrong at some point
And I don't know what is this point
And what's the point at all, if I keep falling back in
constantly
Because I've always loved men
with histories, and not stories
And I can't tell exactly when
I really started falling for this
And now I'd rather lock myself up
in a fortress
than ever give it up
ever give it up
ever give it up
never give it up...