And when we get home, I know we won't be home at all. This place we live, it is not where we belong. And I miss who we were in the town that we could call our own.
We still live in the same town, well, don't we?. But I don't see you around anymore.. I go to all the same places. Not even a trace of you.. Your days are numbered at 24..
I'm sitting in a room. Made up of only big white walls and in the hall. There are people looking through. The window in the door. they know exactly what we're here for..
Just talk yourself up. And tear yourself down. You've hit your one wall. Now find a way around. Well, what's the problem?. You've got a lot of nerve. .