it’s late and I miss you
and I know you visit me
but if I visit you id have to stay forever
I’ve come so close to knocking at your door
but I’m afraid of what the others will say
of what they’ll do
It’s late and the encasement my soul is bound to has become little more than a weight
and it’s fighting against me
it wants to cut itself free
it wants to see you, too.
I’ve tried to see you but it was too early and no one was home,
so I was left here with nothing more than regret.
I’m ready to come home, why won’t you let me in? I’m waiting for you to lead me to where I need to be
because I’ve taken detours and shortcuts and they won’t bring me to you
please take me home
please take me home
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