Mar 14, 2006 20:51
i realised somethings yesterday so this morning i put pen to paper and let my mind flow:
i laugh, i smile, though,
i'm not happy here,
i work, i sigh, though,
i don't live in fear,
i need a place,
that doesn't make me feel this hate,
i need some grace,
because i really hate this place,
can't they see that i'm not happy,
can't they see that i'm not true,
can't they see the pain inside me,
the pain that i need you,
the world that turns around me,
is where i wanna be,
because this world that is turning,
is turning without me,
i remember, though,
it never does seem as real,
i shake it off though,
because bad i always feel.