I hear the echoes in my room, same old chords, a different tune. Every wall still knows my name, even silence feels the same. We grew up chasing something real, trying hard to learn to feel. Every loss we couldn’t hide, we just carried it inside. And even when we fell apart, we held the pieces in our hearts. This is our home game, but no one’s around. Every word we say, barely makes a sound. We’re still the same kids, just worn down now. Yeah we rise, we fall, but we don’t know how. Late nights, quiet streets again, same old thoughts we can’t defend. We said we'd leave, but here we stay, running circles every day. Every road just bends us back, to every dream we lack . This is our home game, still no one around. Every broken dream, never made a sound. We’re still the same kids, just lost somehow. Yeah we rise, we fall, but we don’t know how. Maybe we were meant to try, not to win, just wonder why. And if this is where we stay, we’ll find another way. This is our home game, no need for a crowd. Every quiet word, still hits us loud. We’re still the same kids, just figuring out. Yeah we rise, we fall, and we turn it around. This is our home game, just us now.
