She sits with her thoughts
They're pretty **** loud
Keeping her company
Underneath the cloud and haze
Of talk, laughs, and often fake
Smiles
She lives in her escapism
It's a bright and colourful world
Flowers and lights and alleyways
And a little sadness
Secretly
She hopes one day
That someone might stumble in
You can't always escape on your own
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 6:33 PM UTC
She sits with her thoughts
They're pretty **** loud
Keeping her company
Underneath the cloud and haze
Of talk, laughs, and often fake
Smiles
She lives in her escapism
It's a bright and colourful world
Flowers and lights and alleyways
And a little sadness
Secretly
She hopes one day
That someone might stumble in
You can't always escape on your own