Copyright L0stKydz, all rights reserved [Verse] I know— you won’t listen… I know— you don’t care… I’ve tried to make you see reason, But you’re not here to hear me. I’m tired of my addiction, to your love and lies. Why should I try when my efforts are not worth being recognized by the one I loved? I can feel my limbs stiffen as your touch, leaves scars on my skin. You found love. I found sorrow... [Pre-Chorus] Why did I even ask you for time? Why did I even try to work out the details? Why are you so angry? Why can’t I be the same? You left me, broken. So, pick up the phone! [Chorus] I’m on my way home. Calling, driving on the edge of the road… I’m on my way home. Every word I wanted to say disappeared down my throat… I’m on my way home. All while holding the phone, and false memories... Knowing that what's beyond is simply harboring a false hope... A life where I know that, [Verse] I wanna be the one to say! Oh, I love you! Oh, I need too, Hold your hand…. But I know my hearts not enough for the pain that you’ve cause me… I wrote how your laughter carried me through. I wrote how your eyes pulled me from the burden of my knees… I hate that I’ve loved you… I’m glad that I had the mind, to cross out the lines where I needed you. [Pre-Chorus] Your promises, left me, Damned! Your love, made me spin outta control Your heart, was my, End! That’s what makes losing you hurt like this! [Chorus] I’m on my way home. Calling, driving on the edge of the road… I’m on my way home. Every word I wanted to say disappeared down my throat… I’m on my way home. All while holding the phone, and false memories... Knowing that what's beyond is simply harboring a false hope... A life where I know that, [Bridge] You should hold onto her love, You should trust me that’s enough.. But that’s what, I thought and I thought, Wishing that was enough. I love you, I hate you… I hope you burn in hell! And yet! [Chorus] I’m on my way home. Calling, driving on the edge of the road… I’m on my way home. Every word I wanted to say disappeared down my throat… I’m on my way home. All while holding the phone, and false memories... Knowing that what’s beyond is simply harboring a false hope— A life where I know that,
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