The Hills (Acoustic)

Typical, complaining 'bout a miracle when I'm sad to say I'm here
It's unclear why I'm devastated
Broken is the understatement of this whole year
I disappear

When I'm gone, gone with the wind
Pulling the skin off my bones
'Cause deep from within, this place that I'm in
Is never-ending

When you don't belong, the hills will know
It's visible you don't belong here
Long way down the road from the hill I know
Invisible, my weakness

Have you ever noticed
That your house don't feel like home?
In a room that you've outgrown
Scrubbing at the writing on the walls

Everybody's been there
So you try your best to leave
I was told the grass is greener
But it's just a fantasy, it seems

When I'm gone, gone with the wind
Pulling the skin off my bones
'Cause deep from within, this place that I'm in
Is never-ending

When you don't belong, the hills will know
It's visible you don't belong here
Long way down the road from the hill I know
Invisible, my weakness

The hills will know
The hills will know
They always

When you don't belong, the hills will know
It's visible you don't belong here