I'm not from here,
I was never from here.
It's time to return home.
Looking at the walls,
A group of ballerinas,
Dancing until the world ends.
Their feet in perfect form
And their open hands.
Why do they not dance for me?
The world is dancing,
The people are singing,
But I feel as though my life is ending.
Tonight,
Feeling a little poor,
I'm like an animal
With my head hanging out the windows.
It's time to return home.
This is my final song,
My final song,
Profound thoughts
And dancing...
...until the world ends.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
I'm not from here,
I was never from here.
It's time to return home.
Looking at the walls,
A group of ballerinas,
Dancing until the world ends.
Their feet in perfect form
And their open hands.
Why do they not dance for me?
The world is dancing,
The people are singing,
But I feel as though my life is ending.
Tonight,
Feeling a little poor,
I'm like an animal
With my head hanging out the windows.
It's time to return home.
This is my final song,
My final song,
Profound thoughts
And dancing...
...until the world ends.
