| I lost a piece, a part of me
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| A way to release myself from hope
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| I lost a sense of peace and empathy
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| Beneath my bones
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| I lost a home of places and people around the waves of speech And movements of
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| our souls
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| I lost a piece, a part of me
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| In my own head
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| I lost a sense of peace and empathy
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| Through the ways I bled
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| I lost a home of places and people around the waves of speech
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| And movements and things we know
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| I want a place I can call home
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| With you and me in a place we’re free
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| But I notice all the things you say, and the things you do
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| The words go away
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| So I feel so scared, and I don’t know where to go
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| And I don’t know where to hide, from the things inside of you
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| And of me from what we be
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| I lost a piece, a part of me
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| A way to release myself from hope
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| I lost a sense of peace and empathy
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| Beneath my bones
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| I lost a home of places and people around the waves of speech and movements
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| I sense the grief, the pain in the ways you explain the things you believe,
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| you don’t mean the words you say no more
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| You can not hide, you can not lie to me no more |