Lost

"On a cobweb afternoon/In a room full of emptiness/By a freeway I confess/I was lost in the pages." 

(Chris Cornell/ Tom Morello)

I don't know where else to go

I've just forgot the way back home

Here I am, staring at my feet

Secretly wishing not to be alone

Then I get down on my knees

Put my hands together and start to pray

I don't think anyone is gonna listen 

But at least I'm trying anyway

There are no maps, not even some signs

I don't remember how to begin

The steps I take are fading away

There's no place to stay, nobody to miss

I've got nothing here but memories

And a suitcase full of pain

I wish I could left all this behind

I wish I could stop this pouring rain

I try, I cry, I fall, I keep on going 

Here I am, walking again, on my own

By myself, facing hell, time and time again

Because sometimes you just can't go home.