Invisible, like a ghost, lost in transit.
I’m not sure what I am.
I’m not sure who I am.
I’m not sure there is even a me left.
So empty without the giggled around.
I am just a cover for something far more sinister.
Oh please oh please oh please touch me inside.
That way I might feel on fire again.
I love the passion in the voice.
In the guitar and the bass, the drums and the way they move a room.
I need something on par.
I’d love to wake up to someone in the morning.
Listen to them whisper my name in security.
I would love to have someone to cling to while I fall again.
Falling again.
Always falling.
Oh say this is it.
Say this is it.
Don’t say next time please.
I want this to end now.
I want this to cease to be.
Oh you were the lucky one to pass in your sleep.
Please when I go to bed tomorrow.
Don’t wake me up until this ends.
The innocent are going.
And September ended long ago.
There’s been so much rain I’m not sure where it and the river begins.
There is no identity here and you can’t lose.
If you don’t own in the first place.
I can’t wait to here the bluebells ring again.
And everything flourishes.
I love to watch walls.
There the only things that don’t talk back to be.
I miss my cat how sad is that.
Because in the beginning he was the one who sat with me though the night.
When no one else remembered me.
I feel forgotten.
Feel like rotten.
It’s hard not to change.
This place does things to you.
I want you to get the hell out of here.
Underneath it all, am I still a good person?
“good for you honey”
I think…maybe…
I’ve been thinking about this last year.
I’ve done things I would never have done.
I’ve let people down I know I have.
I’ve burned bridges that were breaking anyway.
Built new ones.
And then started to burn them down again.
I’m leaving the country tonight.
Ok in mind only.
Take me faraway.
When I take the capsule it’s a holiday from myself.
A holiday from my own mind.
My own mind is just upstairs.
I can tell it anything I want. I can tell it anything at the moment.
But I can’t seem to get the words out.
Can’t make anything out.
Too late for “your ok”
And “We’re going to make it though.”
I’m not sure what I am.
I’m not sure who I am.
I’m not sure there is even a me left.
So empty without the giggled around.
I am just a cover for something far more sinister.
Oh please oh please oh please touch me inside.
That way I might feel on fire again.
I love the passion in the voice.
In the guitar and the bass, the drums and the way they move a room.
I need something on par.
I’d love to wake up to someone in the morning.
Listen to them whisper my name in security.
I would love to have someone to cling to while I fall again.
Falling again.
Always falling.
Oh say this is it.
Say this is it.
Don’t say next time please.
I want this to end now.
I want this to cease to be.
Oh you were the lucky one to pass in your sleep.
Please when I go to bed tomorrow.
Don’t wake me up until this ends.
The innocent are going.
And September ended long ago.
There’s been so much rain I’m not sure where it and the river begins.
There is no identity here and you can’t lose.
If you don’t own in the first place.
I can’t wait to here the bluebells ring again.
And everything flourishes.
I love to watch walls.
There the only things that don’t talk back to be.
I miss my cat how sad is that.
Because in the beginning he was the one who sat with me though the night.
When no one else remembered me.
I feel forgotten.
Feel like rotten.
It’s hard not to change.
This place does things to you.
I want you to get the hell out of here.
Underneath it all, am I still a good person?
“good for you honey”
I think…maybe…
I’ve been thinking about this last year.
I’ve done things I would never have done.
I’ve let people down I know I have.
I’ve burned bridges that were breaking anyway.
Built new ones.
And then started to burn them down again.
I’m leaving the country tonight.
Ok in mind only.
Take me faraway.
When I take the capsule it’s a holiday from myself.
A holiday from my own mind.
My own mind is just upstairs.
I can tell it anything I want. I can tell it anything at the moment.
But I can’t seem to get the words out.
Can’t make anything out.
Too late for “your ok”
And “We’re going to make it though.”
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