I feel like crying, but I can't get some tears.
I feel like dying, but i'm too passive to follow through.
I feel like flying, but I can't get off the ground.
I can't do this alone, can you help me out?
And Can you hold me, while I shake and am upset?
And can you show me, what's the purpose of my life?
And can you take me, when you finally leave this town?
But my regrets, might just weigh us down. 
They say home is where the hearts is,
Call me homeless, cause I don't know.
In the end I'll probably fall out of your embrace.
You would never let me down, it's I that slips away.
Because I'm scared of love, and I'm running from my past.
I'm scared to trust, and I'm afraid that we won't last.
So fly away, while you still can.
It won't be long until my mind make me run from what we have.