I don't know why I do this to myself
The racking of my brain is as
loud as a baby at 4 AM
I'm telling myself the obvious
to keep myself quiet and obident.
I don't know if I'm gonna make it
On days llike this when I want to sleep
the world away wishing
I could rest my head where I really
want.
You see we were perfect once
But the feelings I hold close
are too radical to share with you.
You want me to open up,
But I cannot tell you these things,
children's whispers,
Shadows in corners,
You don't know what I really think
No one does.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:01 AM UTC
I don't know why I do this to myself
The racking of my brain is as
loud as a baby at 4 AM
I'm telling myself the obvious
to keep myself quiet and obident.
I don't know if I'm gonna make it
On days llike this when I want to sleep
the world away wishing
I could rest my head where I really
want.
You see we were perfect once
But the feelings I hold close
are too radical to share with you.
You want me to open up,
But I cannot tell you these things,
children's whispers,
Shadows in corners,
You don't know what I really think
No one does.
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