shall I travel home or shall I wander west among the rest and be where I belong,
I know it’s wrong... to look out at the world and think I’m all alone I know it’s wrong... to look out at the world and think I’m not alone
I know I’m wrong... to look inside my home and see a cell I know I’m wrong... to take a look inside my soul and see a hell I know I’m wrong... to see the other side, when I should see myself...