Yea I do cry lowering my head
know It hurts so much
just let me lay down on my bed
It's better to stay
where I'm at
Coz going back
won't change a thing
and that's the fact
The memories of me as a child
Goofing around laughing
and running wild
Now looking back
nothing has left
Just me and my worn off smile
which looks kinda regged
With a silence growing darker
Where smiling again
seems kinda harder
Can I go back ?
And call those things mine
Guess it's getting to me
feel like I'm kinda high
I don't wanna share those worries
that I have already buried
thinking of it
which makes me kinda high
Not high on drugs
but on those love filled hugs
Which made me feel special
as I thought it was mine
I shouldn't be looking back
coz it always makes me cry
Yes that's all what I had as a child
A small family and a little house
which I thought was mine
Now do I have a home ?
Because it's late midnight
and pretty cold outside
Nowhere else to go
They left me all alone
