|
Another Sunday
Sunday...
Always hard to get to sleep when
Weird noises are implying threats
On cold sheets i sweat
On any other day
It`s all rest and flowers
And a long night of nothing
In the morning some coffee
`cause when the sun goes
Down you close your eyes and think
That you might wake in the same place
I`m out of my head
That was what they said
There was no way i would
Ever trust again
There`s something that fills you up
And it feels you up and then
It takes control of your better sense
There ain`t no control of things
You take for granted
But they came and they
Held me up and they felt me up
And left...i miss them
Take me to your world
I want to know if i belong
There instead of here
Is there religion?
It is unordinary
To want this affection
But i don`t have a real friend
And i hate my whole family
But from my bed, my window`s
Lit by a red light
I have seen before, while floating away
|
