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Isabel LaRosa

Compositor: Isabel LaRosa

Don't think I'll ever go home

The house is empty, but I can't seem to let it go (let it go)
Somebody help me, show me how to be alone
I'm almost twenty, but tell me why I feel so old?
Yeah, I can't move on, but there's nothing left to hold

Don't think I'll ever go home
I'm not a kid anymore
I'm leaving a piece of my soul
Don't think I'll ever go home

And to my sister, call me when you need some help
You know I'm with you, you're beautiful just as yourself
To boys that kiss her, you better fucking treat her well
'Cause I promise, God, for her, I'd go to hell

Don't think I'll ever go home
I'm not a kid anymore
I'm leaving a piece of my soul
Don't think I'll ever go home, home