How does it feel my baby? How does it feel inside?
Because to them you meant nothing, the final sacrifice
Three days since you left home All looking up, all feeling right now Four days are not enough, when the way is clear The city is your playground
Five days, the morning after Your wake up call, you've lost control Six days and your strength is running out, got no will to carry one
Somethings are only real when shared Somethings are only real when missed You kept holding on this feel That aint truthful but you still believe it
Too proud to go back You're pretending you're ok You don't have many choices left this time So cold, and nothing to warm you up Close, and you're ready to give up Its time you got a ride back home