I guess I’ll never really feel at home.
Because my heart too often turns to stone.
It’s nice sometimes to not feel so alone.
But with the waning of the moon I’m running out of places to go.
So why do I always end up with hope?
I know there’s nothing for me in this life, but I can’t find a path on this staggering road.
So until I find a better way to go, I guess I’ll always be leaving because alone is what I know.