Somewhere in London there’s a girl crying,
With her feeling astray,
And her mind in dismay,
She hates the perfect timing.
With her tears flowing,
And the thoughts growing,
She thinks she is alone.
She’s never herself,
Anxiety stacked on a shelf,
But she’ll start to change,
In this life so very strange
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 5:48 AM UTC
Somewhere in London there’s a girl crying,
With her feeling astray,
And her mind in dismay,
She hates the perfect timing.
With her tears flowing,
And the thoughts growing,
She thinks she is alone.
She’s never herself,
Anxiety stacked on a shelf,
But she’ll start to change,
In this life so very strange