Where do i go? when i have no home,
I walk alone without a place to go,
I'll just go where ever the wind blows,
even if it goes down a lonely road.
I'm not sure why but somehow i know I'm going home.

They say home is where the heart is,
but my heart is lost in the darkness.
Sometimes i wonder, is this hell?
It's getting a little hard for me to tell.
Where am i going?
Where do i go from here?
Where will i be in another year?
will i be stronger, or will i have gotten worse?
I'm not sure why but thinking about it hurts.

It feels like my heart is starting to burn,
but the fire is burning inside the words,
they're what hurt the most.
I'm afraid of nothing but the past.
I'm afraid of losing the people that i love,
because of those who have already passed.

I'm kind of like broken glass,
nothing but worthless trash.
I can't be fixed because i'm already smashed,
shattered into a million tiny pieces,
each shard represents my skin bleeding.
Yet i'm still looking for the reasons,
the more i look the more blood i loose.
I'm tangled in a web of hate and abuse by myself and this hateful earth,
but no matter what it'll always turn,
and knowing that is enough to hurt.

This can never be home,
i gotta leave but i can't get any further than a dream.
I can't leave, all i can do is wait and bleed.
I've found home, but it's all alone in a rope.
This is all she wrote, there's no where else to go,
when you're already home all on your own...