Eight years a go i committed a sin and there were many more to follow with some that changed my mind some that broke me down but all of them made me who i am now. All of them made me who i am now. All of them made me who i am now. I live in a bliss of ignorance and slowly sank into self doubt i have to answer my own questions as im attempting to crawl out after all these years on the road was this really my home? why do i feel so alone in my chest theres a hole. Why do i feel so alone. In my chest theres a hole i try to keep it full but theirs a break in the hull depresson floods like frozen waters cold is this life drowning me i am a ship lost out at sea. 8 years ago i admitted a dream to chase it i had to give up everything but the things ive learned and the things i found all of them made me who i am now. All of them made me who i am now. After years on the road it was never my home. My home is in the words you sing every letter of the notes you breathe every story you tell of feeling alive when you hear these words they may change your life you change your mind the way you think these words last forever on your skin and ink my home is in your heart(X5)