| Song | Coming Back To The World |
| Artist | Phone Calls from Home |
| Album | Connected |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| She locks up all those tears | |
| On her bed, the door closed | |
| So she’s all alone | |
| Halfway through her sophomore year | |
| The pressure’s cut to the bone | |
| Overwhelmed with the feelings she couldn’t express | |
| She paints red all over her fragile wrist | |
| Did she think she’d be alright? | |
| Did she think she could live like this? | |
| So she prays to God | |
| To believe in trust, | |
| In hope, in life, in love | |
| Whoa, I’m coming back to the world | |
| I, I’ll start it over again | |
| Whoa, I’ve fallen down by the wayside | |
| I’ll get up and sing it again | |
| Another day it’s the same habit she tries to break | |
| It doesn’t go away, her problems still stay | |
| There’s more to life than this | |
| She’s always had a choice and today | |
| She’s found the inner strength to sing |
| She locks up all those tears | |
| On her bed, the door closed | |
| So she' s all alone | |
| Halfway through her sophomore year | |
| The pressure' s cut to the bone | |
| Overwhelmed with the feelings she couldn' t express | |
| She paints red all over her fragile wrist | |
| Did she think she' d be alright? | |
| Did she think she could live like this? | |
| So she prays to God | |
| To believe in trust, | |
| In hope, in life, in love | |
| Whoa, I' m coming back to the world | |
| I, I' ll start it over again | |
| Whoa, I' ve fallen down by the wayside | |
| I' ll get up and sing it again | |
| Another day it' s the same habit she tries to break | |
| It doesn' t go away, her problems still stay | |
| There' s more to life than this | |
| She' s always had a choice and today | |
| She' s found the inner strength to sing |
| She locks up all those tears | |
| On her bed, the door closed | |
| So she' s all alone | |
| Halfway through her sophomore year | |
| The pressure' s cut to the bone | |
| Overwhelmed with the feelings she couldn' t express | |
| She paints red all over her fragile wrist | |
| Did she think she' d be alright? | |
| Did she think she could live like this? | |
| So she prays to God | |
| To believe in trust, | |
| In hope, in life, in love | |
| Whoa, I' m coming back to the world | |
| I, I' ll start it over again | |
| Whoa, I' ve fallen down by the wayside | |
| I' ll get up and sing it again | |
| Another day it' s the same habit she tries to break | |
| It doesn' t go away, her problems still stay | |
| There' s more to life than this | |
| She' s always had a choice and today | |
| She' s found the inner strength to sing |