Did I wait too long? Moments gone they're now wasted.
Coming back to home it feels wrong: changes haunt me.
And the pain before leave me lost, confused,
searching.
Everything I own takes me back nowhere.

Objects in my room, they might be telling me something soon.
Still you ask me how I feel. I feel lost, that's how I feel.
I know there's something I've forgotten, like a time, a place, a shattered memory.
For me, it's more than I can seem to handle: It's the pain my mind is writing on the wall.

The truth, you lie, you said it can't convince you to give up.
This place will never set me free.
Enough, I know.
I really did it this time.

It's a sign: This place is somewhere I should be.
Taking a piece of my heart when you're gone.
Are my eyes too blind to find illusions find deep
inside? Probing.
What I'd lost to find and what I find brings me here

Taking a piece of my heart, that's how it always
starts when you're gone.