LYRIC

The plaster cries from the cracks on my skin –
The need of burns deep within
I've done all i can in the face of misery
If i do this deed please set me free

(I never wanted to be what you wanted me to be)
And i guess there's the point, i've always tried to make
(I never wanted to be what you want of me)

And god, have i craved just a little adjustment, but every time I try to adjust
It'll always bring me back to them;
To that house with the doors all shaped and contorted to welcome me
And i know, this is home
And i know, all the things that i did when i was young
But this is, this is home

(These shattered pieces in my mind, and these shattered people in my life)

Cos I remember what it felt like when things used to be okay
(I thought maybe i could get away from home)
But now it's getting hard to know that things aren't gonna get better for days

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