i still remember that day in december when i turned my back and ran away flames of a passion replaced by an ember growing slowly dimmer everyday and i still remember that foolish endeavor holds in needless pain and suffering falling apart while avoiding surrender i ve been led astray i m running home back to your arms where i belong i won t let go this time thoughts of redemption decay at the mention of the sinking sands that brought me here how can forgiveness contain this infection lying dormant in a state of fear why should the blameless be sold as the ransom for these people s self inflicted tears walking alone choosing death as the anthem i ve got one thing clear i m running home back to your arms where i belong i won t let go this time i don t care what they tell me what they say i ve done i m all yours now i still could erase the mistakes that i ve made i could kill the remainder i could wipeout the plague but i don t see the sense in a comatose state where the blind lead the blind and the rest share my fate and if there s one shred of life left in this miserable heart and i would rather remember it than go back to the start because when all has been said and the rest has been done this pain this pain this pain will guide me home i m running home back to your arms where i belong i won t let go i don t care what they tell me what they say i ve done i m all yours now