كلمات Home

These days, I'd much rather be on my own No more walking those streets, that I once called my home Because down every lane, there are faces and names That have memories attached, that I'd sooner let go Sooner than I'd go home again Sooner than I'd go home again Sooner than I'd go home again Sooner than I'd go home again I never called, let our friendship dissolve Now my welcome's worn out, and your hate for me's grown To the point, when I try to amend all the lies All those memories return, that I'd sooner let go Sooner than I'd go home again Sooner than I'd go home again Sooner than I'd go home again Sooner than I'd go home again