I know it's best for me to be alone
But my heart sincerely wants a home.
I don't know where to settle
My mind is whistling like a tea kettle.
Time ticks bye
Time flies
Things are changing.
I know it's best for me to be around
But I don't think I can bear the sound
Of bickering
Or handling the ludicrous singing.
Here I am,
All over again
Hand with pen
Wondering when
My peace will be turned upside down,
Wondering when
The next heartache will come around.
I know it's best for me not to worry
I know it's best not to hurry
Things along
But I can't quite contain
My mind's wondering song.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
I know it's best for me to be alone
But my heart sincerely wants a home.
I don't know where to settle
My mind is whistling like a tea kettle.
Time ticks bye
Time flies
Things are changing.
I know it's best for me to be around
But I don't think I can bear the sound
Of bickering
Or handling the ludicrous singing.
Here I am,
All over again
Hand with pen
Wondering when
My peace will be turned upside down,
Wondering when
The next heartache will come around.
I know it's best for me not to worry
I know it's best not to hurry
Things along
But I can't quite contain
My mind's wondering song.
Too many things to worry about, not enough time
