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Strolling along, a familiar smell Catching snowflakes with my tongue Thinking this town hasn't changed a bit After all those painful years Is it foolish of me to think eventually Time has stopped as I turned my back? But I see worn out face after worn out face I'm a stranger in this awkward place Guess I'm home A place I used to call home There's a pull out couch and a lot of junk That keeps me from falling asleep Fading memories of the good old times Change has never been this scary to me The posters on the wall are broken mirrors of my youth Unsatisfied and unable to move This lingering bitter taste became my own worst enemy I might act like everything is ok But It's not It's not a place I call home And I know this sounds ungrateful (I'm sorry) I really wish that I was stronger (So sorry) But I can't push down (I'm sorry) That feeling any longer (So sorry) Can't push down (Can't push down) That feeling any longer I'm not home (Home) Hoooooomeeee Hoooooomeeee