Letras
Sitting among storage boxes
On my new bed, with no socks
And tried to cry, tried to think
But with an empty mind, there's just one thing that I can think of
And it's you
Even though
It was always, it was always lost
Sitting amongst the commuting
Non-existent, not producing
Any sounds
For an hour
No one knows or sees me know
But I borrow their eyes
See through my disguise
Expose myself as a woman of lies
Clueless and lost, scared and alone
Loveless and ugly
Until I'm home
(But nowhere's home)
I have always been
I have always been and will
I have always been
Always, always been