Killerwood — текст песни (Fireside)

Kind of hard feeling,
like when someone complains on clothes,
or something else that is stuck in the throat
Hard and lonely,
I never understood
Come home again

Come home,
I never understood
The aching in my throat is still as hard as before

I did not know or understand
I`m older now but just as young
I`m the same person

Selfish,
The selfishness that crawls upon you when you least expect
Like a spider in your bed
That you have layed into pieces,
but still not

It doesn`t die,
no it`s still there