Trees are swaying People rush home Street lamps are glowing orange Lean against a white wall like dying plants They wither and die, unable to scream How many years have I spend like this? This life is not made like a movie There's no one on this street But I'm still in this way I could not find Anywhere to go I don't know why I have no way I was trying to go somewhere Am I just a houseplant waiting to wither Am I just a houseplant waiting to wither away? Where are my dreams? Where are my emotions? I can't even realize what I've lost No one cares about the pain of others They keep competing to win something If I just grow like this and waiting for death to come someday Sink my body into the earth So I want to be a plant that never hurts anyone But I'm still like this I can't change anything I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home!