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Far from Home

Lost Echoes: Nostalgia and Heartache in 'Far from Home'

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I've got a bad taste in me

I feel a negative sensation within me

It's like I've been robbed of something

It seems like something valuable has been taken away from me

I once was in my childhood memories

Recalling a time in my childhood memories

And it's buried in sandboxes backyard where we used to see

Referencing a place in the backyard where dreams were once believed to come true

That dreams could come true if believed

Expressing the belief that dreams could come true through belief

The sidewalks scream our names

The streets echo our identities

We are so far from home, far from home

We are far away from our home

I've got a bad pain in my heart

Experiencing emotional pain in the heart

It's like the first time that I looked in your eyes

Recalling a significant moment of looking into someone's eyes for the first time

The first time it all feel apart

Reflecting on the first time when everything fell apart

And it's buried in sandboxes backyard where we used to see

Referencing a place in the backyard where dreams were once believed to come true (repeated)

That dreams could come true if believed

Expressing the belief that dreams could come true through belief (repeated)

The sidewalks scream our names

The streets echo our identities (repeated)

We are so far from home, far from home

We are far away from our home (repeated)

But now we are so far from home, far from home

We are still far away from our home (repeated)

All I have is words to which I must lay

Words are all I have, and I need to express them

I scribble them down hoping they'll save me

Expressing the act of writing words in the hope that they will provide salvation

Me but I'm lost, I'm so lost

Feeling lost despite the attempt to express oneself

These pages will burn and I will pass away

Anticipating the destruction of written pages and the inevitability of passing away

Yesterday is gone and I just can't shake

Struggling to let go of the past, especially yesterday

The fact that I'm lost, I'm so lost

Continuing to feel lost

But now we are so far from home

We remain far from our home

Far from home