I keep thinking what it must be like to start again, to forget the world you knew before and leave the past to be washed away. What scares me, is how easy I feel it would be, how easy I would be able to move forward. Though I know leaving something behind wouldn't erase it from memory forever. If something touched you that deeply, it never goes away without one hell of a fight.
I'm just a boy who doesn't know what's in front of him. Just a boy who never learned how to let go. I've done a lot of things I wish I could take back, but there are some I wish I could replay a million times. As tragic as it seems, I feel like everyone has regrets and moments they wish would never end. For me that's empty fields - the way the trees look dead, they remind me there's so much more to life than living. It gives me wisdom and patience and solace, and above all, the assurance that I'm not alone in this world.
I don't know what's worse. To have no idea who you are, and be happy, or to become who you've always wanted to be, and feel alone. You can sense when someone close to your heart starts slipping away, little by little. I kept telling myself it was all in my head, yet everything I did to bring things back to what they were, just caused more pain. I thought saying goodbye to a friend you love was the hardest thing one can do. Now I know it's a lot harder to say goodbye to a friend that never really loved you. It makes everything you went through seem like a lie. And I wonder, will I ever be the same?
I'm coming home. I'm coming home. Tell the world I'm coming home...
