Cassandra Mae & Sarah Hartman
Going Home
My room was silent, only you were speaking.
You tell me how, how you've been trying
You say most of your grates at school are freakin, behind close door, you start to cry.
And I wish I could changing,
you feel of going home melings.
I listend, so your not alone.
And I really hope, you will be undestood.
And one day you won't need to high under that move.
I can see it in your eyes.
Everybody cries sometimes.
A litle hok get's wrong.
In a crossfire.
In a crossfire.
I can hear them through the once.
This moment makes feel so smile.
Tround of out your noice woth your headphone on like a disapear.
You sold on dest.
And trys you so.
And I wish I could changing,
you feel of going home melings.
I listend, so your not alone.
And I really hope, you will be undestood.
And one day you won't need to high under that move.
I can see it in your eyes.
Everybody cries sometimes.
A little hok get's wrong.
In a crossfire.
In a crossfire.
And I really hope, you will be undestood.
And one day you won't need to high under that move.
I can see it in your eyes.
Everybody cries sometimes.
A litle hok get's wrong.
In a crossfire.
In a crossfire.
From Paroles Mania