A place to be
But no home for me
A moment of peace, was borrowed to you
But not even a phone call
To look forward to
A heart long forgotten
With an absence of home
Like a fruit that is rotten
No one wants to own
A place to be
But no home for me
A moment of peace, was borrowed to you
But not even a phone call
To look forward to
A heart long forgotten
With an absence of home
Like a fruit that is rotten
No one wants to own