if home is where the heart is
i'm without a home
i lost it somewhere down the road
this city is ruined by the ghosts
who come along when i'm alone
i've always been a boy who wants to be free
and at this point, this city is killing me
to put it short, i need to find that heart
find myself
find my kind

'cause all i feel
is the need to go
i need to be
where the wild roses grow
amongst the outsiders
just like me
who feel like the air of their hometown
is just too heavy to breathe

i know you don't approve
all the things i have done or do
but try to understand, this is my way
and i wouldn't have it any other way
you've always had strong emotions
of who you think i should be
but how often do you ask how i feel?

'cause all i feel is the need to go
i need to be
where the wild roses grow
amongst the outsiders
just like me
who feel like the air of their hometown
is just too heavy to breathe

dear mother, i hope you understand
i may have not been the boy
you wanted me to be..
but as a man
i try to become
the best i can
and i hope you understand..

try to understand:

MY LIFE.
MY CHOICES.
MY LIFE.
MY MISTAKES.