Testo Killerwood Fireside
I never understood
Come home again
Come home,
I never understood
The aching in my throat is still as hard as before
I did not know or understand
Iâm older now but just as young
Iâm the same person
Selfish,
The selfishness that crawls upon you when you least expect
Like a spider in your bed
That you have layed into pieces,
but still not
It doesnât die,
no itâs still there