4. The Way Home

I went to work I came back home I bought the things and called it my own I wore the life like borrowed clothes and never asked where the real one goes I built my days on what I was supposed to be but the person that I was never stopped waiting for me no one was wrong and no one lied this is just how the world gets inside you trade yourself for solid ground and lose the only thing that can't be found I built my days on what I was supposed to be but the person that I was never stopped waiting for me I built my days on what I was supposed to be but the person that I was never stopped waiting for me