I've got this bag on my back
and no where to unpack
Homeless
I've got this bag filled with problems webbed by my confusion of emotions
Homeless
begging on the streets for a notice
There's so many people walkin'
they help out often
But they never gave me a home to unpack
cause I got a troubling track
On my back
in my bag
No where to unpack
these emotions
cause I'm living homeless

I built the blue print in my mind

Of our story that will unwind . .   .     .    

           It will be one of those late nights
      you had one of those horrible fights
         and you lean on me for help .
      you tell me about all the things you felt  
         and my heart would just melt.

I'd open in a door into my core let you inside my world and we just fade away in our memories

They say be as hard as a rock when people try to hurt you let those feelings stop when pain reaches you .

They say be as soft as cotton candy so you can truly love and feel every bit of the beauty when everything is dandy.

I tell them I have no choice I can't be both.

They tell me so what have you chose ?

Let go
and fall into chaotic bliss

There's this tune
that only you and me can hear.

You can sense pain
on people.
Like the smell of rust.

Freedom is the stars and the moon to the night sky

and what it a sky with no moon and stars ?

Dark .