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