No matter how far I go, I will always find my way back 
home. Things are far
from what they used to be, I'll spend the remainder of my 
days pushing down my
memories of my childhood, and I will spend the rest of my 
nights grinding
teeth. Stop trying to build me up, I'm a stray dog, I'm a 
drifter, A drifter,
so do the world a favor and put me down, those are our 
hand prints in the stone.