Your home for the weekend
When everyone wants to see you...

All together
As one...

I hate being here
I hate it so much...

I'm scared
I'm scared of being alone...

Tired of hearing that your trying
Tired of the winning...

I got you to come out
To the church...

My house is a jail
I canât seem to get out...

I've been accepted
By your family...

Your eyes are like windows
To your soul...

I finally
Spit those words out...

We've all been here
We've all needed help...

Your eyes are like windows
To your soul...