Friends, alcohol, cigarettes
and endless fun have gone out to play
And they're waiting for the turn of your back.
Lies, deceits, their dirty looks
coupled with harsh things they love to say
was the curve that made your confidence crash and burn.

But this is your life,
It's been so ordinary until you found your true worth;
And when you realized it's all been lies and illusion,
You're left longing for home,
For something to call your own.

Black bags hang below your tired and dead eyes
and the full-length mirror can never lie,
It all becomes so disgustingly clear.
You make yourself stand tall, now start to try,
Cleans up nice with a faded suit and tie,
But see, you and your money are just not good around here.

This is your life,
Everything was so ordinary until you found your real worth;
And now you've realized you lived a never ending lie,
You're left longing for a home,
Something to call your own.

Between life and death nothing has left,
The vultures dive to intercept,
Like a dying animal the friendship rolls onto its side,
You stand there watching and waiting for it to die.

Now this is your life,
It can never be ordinary now you know your true worth;
And all there's left to do is kill the lies and set yourself
free,
But you're still longing for a home,
For something to call your own.

But you don't belong no more,
You're not even your own.