I stopped by the house we called our home It was a little rundown, the grass was overgrown Its screendoor was opening with the wind I thought I heard you called my name again. I wish that I could hold on to the past Cos everything is changing way too fast I can't help it long for how it used to be When you were here and you were loving me. I finally got that near to go inside I made it to our bedroom door to cry I always thought that we could come back home These empty rooms just prove that I was wrong. I wish that ...