Hell Is Here

If I was younger I'd run away and never look back at this place.
But no one's gonna pack my bags and no one's gonna cry for me today.

I don't expect any less and I've come to learn this battle's not the war.

And war is hell and hell is here and I can't find a way to open up the door.

You're on your guard 'cause I've slowed your heart.
And I'm on my guard 'cause you're on your charm.