Hook I (Glenys):
Home seems to be far away Home seems to be far away Home seems to be far away
How much love is too much right before it turns to hate? Home seems to be far away
I (Kensa):
The heart yearns for love and pain (love and pain)
But how much love is too much before it turns to hate? Little daddy's girl, little own world
While dear mother was a fearmonger
Used to beat her up 'til she couldn't feel pain Emotional affliction due to alcohol-induced rage
Her voice was so loud, neighbors pretend not to notice
If home is where the heart is, she's a resident of psychosis
Until the day... her dad arrived late
Suspecting infidelity, her mom withdraws a blade
A fight had broken out, glasses thrown across the house
The screams were unpleasant while her tears were incessant
Fear breeds resentment so her mommy teared his flesh
Daddy’s wounds were so severe, you would think he'd bleed to death If it wasn't for his little girl's cries for help
Saved his life without knowing why she's crying herself
But it wasn't long until he said goodbye
So she hates her momma with a passion for wishing her dad would die She fled into the city in search of a soulmate
Hoping to start a new family in a house with no hate (But where are you going? Where are you going?)
Hook II (Glenys):
Home still feels far away Home still feels far away
Home still feels far away
How much love is too much right before it turns to hate? Home still feels far away
II (Kensa):
Now a fully grown individual
She brings with her the scars of yesterday, haunting yet invisible What didn't kill her made her feel invincible
She was ready to reciprocate the love she never had unconditional
The grown girl meets the guy of her dreams
Affluent, good-looking, amongst the crop, he was the cream Little did she know, nothing's really as it seems
There was a... hideousness behind the image so esteemed
His insecurities have manifested Lack of trust became contempt
Every guy she interacted with would drive him jealous
She wasn’t allowed to leave the house, wasn't allowed revealing blouses Thought it was the sacrifice of being a spouse
Now, it's the moment of conception, forego the contraception But swore to keep the child and flood affection
But the domestic violence has escalated
Now she's feeling like a prisoner domesticated, enervated
She'd be lying if she said she didn't have any regrets
How couldn't she foresee before the kid has been conceived?
The house that she had built became the same house that she escaped from Like the universe was trying to tell some kind of sick joke
She turned to Jovia and Jesus When you are utterly broken
What else could help you pick up the last pieces?
The whispers were louder, the voice of her mother, telling her: "It ain't worth it, take the jump like I did by the river"
Outro x8 (Kensa, Glenys, Soupherb):
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping Falling, falling, falling to the sky (Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping, Falling, falling, falling)
