It's gone. How many times will it take me This gut-wrench of despair? Tell me how can i stop me from breaking? Pulled by the heels once again I'm scared that i might speak the wrong words, Saying 'home' when i mean 'fear'. I have found everything that i need here, Now i'm pulled away again. I don't f**ing need this. Tracing these well worn steps away From the places i feel safe, From the people that i love, And holding back the welling over From cloudy day to rain, Is the hardest thing to do. But i know we'll dance these steps again.