i always feel very anxious to leave the island, go back for a taste of the old life

see the people i've known all my life, the place I ran away from to come here

hearing my parents give the same speeches about how life should and shouldn't be, how i do everything wrong

whilst here i leave with heartache knowing that most probably i will not be missed, life will go on without me and the memory of me will slip away and when i come back i'll be ignored just like the odd cushion on the couch

i don't feel i belong anywhere, everything i touch turns to dust

i wish i could go back to the happy times when i was wanted, cherised and loved - when you thought i was nice and sweet