Testo Never Again

Looking back upon this life
No one ever runs out of time
But I keep looking to find my own
Sense of feeling or sense of home

I'm trying to find out where I belong
But I keep into the same old walls
Pick me back up I'll try again May not be much but I'll keep going
Won't give up, break down or stop until the end

Nothing says love like a dose of repression
Bottling down all my former transgressions
Don't want to believe there's nothing left
To believe in now that I've failed your test