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There's times I want to walk away. I've been searching every day for somewhere to call home. I'm picking up the pieces from where I left off. They say home is where the heart is, but where's my heart this time? I thought this would be the last time, but I can't stop changing my mind. Where do I belong? Have you heard this all before? Can you hear my voice or am I missing yours? The worst thing I have left is, is that I'm somewhere with someone and I don't belong because no better how much I convince myself. I know my actions and thoughts are wrong. Where do I belong? Have you heard this all before? Can you hear my voice or am I missing yours? Calm down so I can breathe you in. From Letras Mania