I've always known the grass is greener upstairs
and I can't reach it
The faded leaves fall...
I can't help it but the content streams through me and it feels calming
and please let me be, as I'm afraid of the sun.
My knees are cold
and I'm running home
The far better road is all nothing but a mirage
The soothing music linger through my odd spine.
please help me....


too bad I'm not something
too bad I'm different
too bad.