I ramble along the path
with such slow pace.
I'm going a place,
where away from litany of complaints,
enjoy the leisure pace of life,
where pain you feel's a different kind of pain.
Too often being alone,
but it don't sounds like I like this way
and I'm going home now,
back to the place where I belong,
where the love has always been enough for me.
Staring out into the night,
trying to hide the pain under my thigh.
I can't afford with the brittle laugh anymore,
And, I just want to go home,
place where I could shed my tears and share my laughs
back to the place where I belong.
Yet, I have to leave.
