When things tears apart, going home will not change a thing.
I find myself weeping, call for hope, call for god, call for cure, call for love.
I need a touch, a kiss, a hug, a cure for everything.
A thing that will brings me home, make me feel safe.
All I want is you to caress my cheek, feel the warm of your hand on my skin.
Whisper my name, tell me everything is gonna be fine.
Why you can let it so so easily and it’s so hard for me?
Because I can tell you.
When everything burns down.
Nothing is left behind and you left nothing behind.
But it’s different for me.
I am still indifferent.