They say home is where the heart is, but where's my heart this time?
I thought this would be the last time, but I can't stop changing my mind.
Where do I belong? Have you heard this all before?
Can you hear my voice or am I missing yours?
There's times I want to walk away. I've been searching every day for somewhere to call home.
I'm picking up the pieces from where I left off.
The worst thing I have left is, is that I'm somewhere with someone and I don't belong because no matter how much I convince myself,
I know my actions and thoughts are wrong.
Where do I belong? Have you heard this all before?
Can you hear my voice or am I missing yours?