Where to Go
I always run around but
Where's my home?
Feels like I can't see my future
I know
I gotta find
I've been stuck in this cycle of habits
Can't think straight lately, I think that I'm going manic
Looking through the cupboards and drawers for lighters and matches
So I could finally burn the papers which I
Write all my raps in
Why do I panic and only sigh and then gasp when I'm reminded of past
Think it's cause I lie in the ashes a pile of passion
That fire scattered across I'm losing the sight of what's happening
Thoughts trying to pass in but I'm fighting them off
I'm not free though
I'm my own enemy not the people
I mean It's evil the thought that leaks in and seep through
Leaving a scar that feels sick and bleeds
And even it starts to reek and it seems sore
Demons and gobbling breathe in my head
And I'm always asking
What if there's no walking back when
The door is closed? Then the wall will crash and
The floor will open up I'll get dragged in the hole it will swallow me
God will I ever storm out?
Cause I feel a part of me is floating departing
To roam in the darkness it's 4 and I'm lost in my broken subconscious
Loaded with thoughts and full into conflicts
Hold me I'm falling I'm rolling and tossing I'm folded and scared
And soaked in the tarpit of my own fucking problem
I always run around but I still don't know where to go
Where's my home? I wonder
Seems like I can't see my future but my eyes are not closed
I know, I gotta find
Somewhere up on the mountains somewhere in the woods
Somewhere that you only read in books
I stumble with every step I take
I'll finally fall I think I may
Split into pieces I'm meant to fade
Cause I'm made of glass and with a tick, I break
I'm sleep-deprived and can't focus
Each of the nights when I roll in bed
I'm freezing like I am cold but
It's the feelings that I have pushed away
And now I'm left with a weight on my back
Wait till I'm back I'll turn this around
This page will get scratched
I'll change all the outcomes and find a way to get past this
My passion and my instinct will show the road
And I will find somewhere to call it home
I guess it doesn't matter what happens in the journey
As long as you're holding hope
I always run around but I still don't know where to go
Where's my home? I wonder
Seems like I can't see my future but my eyes are not closed
I know, I gotta find
Somewhere up on the mountains somewhere in the woods
Somewhere that you only read in books
Where to go?
Where's my home?
oo-oo
Where to go?
Where's my home? Where's my home?
oo-oo, oo-oo
Where's my home?
Feels like I can't see my future
I know
I gotta find
I've been stuck in this cycle of habits
Can't think straight lately, I think that I'm going manic
Looking through the cupboards and drawers for lighters and matches
So I could finally burn the papers which I
Write all my raps in
Why do I panic and only sigh and then gasp when I'm reminded of past
Think it's cause I lie in the ashes a pile of passion
That fire scattered across I'm losing the sight of what's happening
Thoughts trying to pass in but I'm fighting them off
I'm not free though
I'm my own enemy not the people
I mean It's evil the thought that leaks in and seep through
Leaving a scar that feels sick and bleeds
And even it starts to reek and it seems sore
Demons and gobbling breathe in my head
And I'm always asking
What if there's no walking back when
The door is closed? Then the wall will crash and
The floor will open up I'll get dragged in the hole it will swallow me
God will I ever storm out?
Cause I feel a part of me is floating departing
To roam in the darkness it's 4 and I'm lost in my broken subconscious
Loaded with thoughts and full into conflicts
Hold me I'm falling I'm rolling and tossing I'm folded and scared
And soaked in the tarpit of my own fucking problem
I always run around but I still don't know where to go
Where's my home? I wonder
Seems like I can't see my future but my eyes are not closed
I know, I gotta find
Somewhere up on the mountains somewhere in the woods
Somewhere that you only read in books
I stumble with every step I take
I'll finally fall I think I may
Split into pieces I'm meant to fade
Cause I'm made of glass and with a tick, I break
I'm sleep-deprived and can't focus
Each of the nights when I roll in bed
I'm freezing like I am cold but
It's the feelings that I have pushed away
And now I'm left with a weight on my back
Wait till I'm back I'll turn this around
This page will get scratched
I'll change all the outcomes and find a way to get past this
My passion and my instinct will show the road
And I will find somewhere to call it home
I guess it doesn't matter what happens in the journey
As long as you're holding hope
I always run around but I still don't know where to go
Where's my home? I wonder
Seems like I can't see my future but my eyes are not closed
I know, I gotta find
Somewhere up on the mountains somewhere in the woods
Somewhere that you only read in books
Where to go?
Where's my home?
oo-oo
Where to go?
Where's my home? Where's my home?
oo-oo, oo-oo
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Writer(s): Karan Aqvami
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