Oct 30, 2006 11:07
This place is beginning to feel like home
That place, you know, where you feel so alone
because the one you thought cared lied
and now you're sorry you even tried
but you won't let anybody else in this place
because then all of them would see your face
They would all see the tears running down your cheek
They would see the glow in your eye going meak
That glow that you worked so hard to obtain
Now they watch as the glow starts to drain
You're on your way back to the place you hate most
And still you stand up trying to boast
But it won't work this time because they see the lies
It won't work this time because they saw your cries
So when you're going to that place this time
People will watch as though it's a crime
As though this is your fault because you hurt you
Not like it was him and that couldn't stay true
So when you fall into yourself remember the people see
When I fall into myself, try not to miss me