Less lonely here
Than I was back home
Anticipating freedom
Holding on for light
Inside my chest
Holding on to light
From two thousand and fifteen
But you should know by now
That the people I live with
I seem to push away
And the people I live with
I learn to hate
But I love you, I love you
I'll love you anyway
And there's no point in pushing through
If we grow our separate ways
