In a darkened room Right beside the bed There an empty suitcase waits 'til I leave again. I try to fill it up With things that feel like home But no matter what goes in, I still feel alone When I'm on my own.
— Hoobastank
In a darkened room Right beside the bed There an empty suitcase waits 'til I leave again. I try to fill it up With things that feel like home But no matter what goes in, I still feel alone When I'm on my own.
— Hoobastank