I have no home
Isn't that sad?
And the dreams that I've been having, are
The worst I've ever had
Still I long to sleep
I long to dream
I long to see the world again
Through child's eyes
And as it rains
Falls on me
The thunder speaks my language
Acrylic paintings and orange leaves
And as I cope
I remain to bleed
I feels so trapped yet blindly
Letting go so forcefully
It's getting cold
So hard to breathe
The wind that's in my face
Has reinforced weight upon me
But I don't cry
No I don't weep
Not cause I'm not sad
But it's because I feel so jaded all the time
Isn't that sad?
And the dreams that I've been having, are
The worst I've ever had
Still I long to sleep
I long to dream
I long to see the world again
Through child's eyes
And as it rains
Falls on me
The thunder speaks my language
Acrylic paintings and orange leaves
And as I cope
I remain to bleed
I feels so trapped yet blindly
Letting go so forcefully
It's getting cold
So hard to breathe
The wind that's in my face
Has reinforced weight upon me
But I don't cry
No I don't weep
Not cause I'm not sad
But it's because I feel so jaded all the time
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