Finding Where I Belong

I walk through rooms where no one knows my name,

I hear the voices,

but they sound the same.

I keep on searching for a place to stand,

But every road slips right out of my hands.

Maybe I'm lost,

maybe I'm afraid,

Maybe the person I was

starts to fade.

I don't feel like I belong,

I've been searching all along.

Everywhere I turn, I feel so far away,

Like I'm disappearing with every day.

But I'll keep holding on,

Even when the night feels long.

Maybe somewhere down the road,

I'll finally find a place called home.

I built a world behind a broken door,

But I don't recognize myself anymore.

Still, there's a spark that refuses to die,

A little voice telling me to try.

Maybe I don't have to fit their world,

Maybe

I can find my own.

If I have to walk alone tonight,

I'll find my way

home.

I don't feel like I belong,

But I've been fighting all along.

Every scar reminds me I survived,

Every step means I'm still alive.

And I'll keep holding on,

Even when the night feels long.

Maybe I was never lost— Maybe I was finding

where I belong.

(where I belong...)