9/11/2008
I tried to stay away, I even said to myself they won't miss me,
but the feeling's still here, it grows stronger each day,
pencil to paper, I thought this was a child's phase but it didn't go away, this is the way that I can play my game.
I tried to hide, used work as a disguise, but the mask fell off, I scrathed it away.
And now I'm home, late but I'm home. Oh! it feels so good to be here, Oh! what precious time I have wasted wondering...
They said pencil to paper, will never get you there, but I think I'm right where I belong...
Do you hear the song maybe some bells ringing, that's the beating, that's the drum of a happy heart, and thats the sound of a smile on my face, and a skip to my step because I finally said that I'm home. Oh! I'm home I don't care if you know, but I'm HOME.
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