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It's easy to leave It's hard to stay behind and rest With all the stupid things I believe And watch my life drift like dust I hope I make it to a warm heart I hope that's where I belong I hope I don't end up out of breath Wherever the washed up are hung I'm afraid of my own shadow because it's what I've become Why do I waste my time with people who'll never love anyone? My only sin, my only sin: I started hating my own skin Home Home Home I hope I make it home I got lost and the road dragged on and on I couldn't remember what I was chasing No, or what I had become I always thought my life looked much better at a distance Now I'm just another set of eyes lost in the blur And the only thing left in this world that bothers to hate me Is my pride No one sees me, they don't need to to know I slipped away with the tide Home Home Home I hope I make it home I got lost, I started hating my own skin --- Home - American Music Club