It's gone.
How many times will it take me
This gut-wrench of despair?
Tell me how can i stop me from breaking?
Pulled by the heels once again
I'm scared that i might speak the wrong words,
Saying 'home' when i mean 'fear'.
I have found everything that i need here,
Now i'm pulled away again.
I don't f**ing need this.
Tracing these well worn steps away
From the places i feel safe,
From the people that i love,
And holding back the welling over
From cloudy day to rain,
Is the hardest thing to do.
But i know we'll dance these steps again.