Travel کے بول

I travel far, I am nowhere near Anywhere I intended to go So wake me up before the heart attack This world has in store for me Voices follow me home Telling me I will go wrong So I won’t try to go home I’m thinking here is nothing left to be done She wasn’t made to be anything She wasn’t made to be anyone Unlike her will, I’m scared of something real These are the things that haunt me still Voices follow me home Telling me I will go wrong So I won’t try to go home I’m thinking here is nothing left to be done