Return के बोल

Keep to myself until it's over, I can't see it but i know it's there. And if you'd like the sight of failure for a change, Well you can call me anytime. Little boy, with all that weight upon your shoulders, You know you never stood a chance. G.l. was a drive, and i'm outside, And i've never felt further from home. It's permanent, like ink on skin. Return is a foreign word.