To all the days,
I’ve spent alone,
Trapped in my head,
Perched on my throne.
To all the noises,
Inside my head,
They shout all night,
They want me dead.
To all the doubts,
That rattle around,
They **** me up,
Until I drown.
To tomorrow,
We will see,
What you bring,
Who I’ll be.
Like a feather,
I flitter away,
To sun kissed daydreams,
To glossy eyed memories.
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
To all the days,
I’ve spent alone,
Trapped in my head,
Perched on my throne.
To all the noises,
Inside my head,
They shout all night,
They want me dead.
To all the doubts,
That rattle around,
They **** me up,
Until I drown.
To tomorrow,
We will see,
What you bring,
Who I’ll be.
Like a feather,
I flitter away,
To sun kissed daydreams,
To glossy eyed memories.
Under the weight of it all, I just wish I could fly away.