Lost in my head
Lost in the shadow of life
Can't come out
Can't find what's right
I'm slowly wilting my petals dying
When I want to bloom effortlessly like a flower
Become who I should be what I've always dreamed
Become indulged always in the present hour
Feel proud of what I do and finally content
Be proud of myself
Instead of longing for what is already long gone
Looking like a still porcelain doll on her shelf
How's it that everyone is moving with the commotion
While I'm as cold and as full as the ocean
After a storm with the waves now calm
I remain small enough to fit in a child's palm
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 9:50 AM UTC
Lost in my head
Lost in the shadow of life
Can't come out
Can't find what's right
I'm slowly wilting my petals dying
When I want to bloom effortlessly like a flower
Become who I should be what I've always dreamed
Become indulged always in the present hour
Feel proud of what I do and finally content
Be proud of myself
Instead of longing for what is already long gone
Looking like a still porcelain doll on her shelf
How's it that everyone is moving with the commotion
While I'm as cold and as full as the ocean
After a storm with the waves now calm
I remain small enough to fit in a child's palm
