Locksmith - Home lyrics

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Locksmith - Home lyrics

[Verse 1: Locksmith] I used to stare at the television and dream of a life free of disparity When I was young, they tried to put me in therapy My mother got explicit, addressing the school district Like this boy's got a gift, either you're blind or you don't care to see It's like we carelessly judge things that are different If we don't understand them, we stand back in resentment This man raps with intentions to separate from the flock But it seems to stir up tension in more cases than not But it far worse damage to play along for the camera's If you can't be yourself, you'll eventually have to answer To the damper of a dark cloud Instead of chasing opportunities, I just follow what's in my heart now Embark now on the new path that I'm paving It's like they want a drink from the same bath that they bathe in I did my best to try to save him, and break the walls before they cave in [Chorus: Rebecca Nobel] I never thought I would make it [?] Fell hard when I came here [?] It's only wrong if you're wasting Stay strong and you'll make it It's hard when you're [?] So hard [?] Find my way home, my way home A way for my way home My way home, my way home A way for my way home [Verse 2: Locksmith] And it's like we're only grateful for the things we have after we lose them Once they go awry we deny it in disillusion It took me to this point in my life to finally acknowledge I could never keep a girl if I use them for my amusement Now every new muse that I momentarily move with I mutually have to feel they can deal with me doing music But it's hard to stay muted when the temperature is humid And it's human nature to feel hatred than rather look foolish Assuming that it suits the issue I'm the first to admit my basis for choosing women was superficial I would repeat the same steps then expect new results and be repulsed by the actions that I was forced to live through But it's only me that faltered Because of my missteps my destination was altered Now I walk awkward between martyr and artist Regardless, besides truth there's nothing more I can offer

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