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