Jul 2017
I used to sit outside,
to get my head on right.
And now I think I might,
Just prefer to stay inside.
The winter makes my bones ache
and I feel alone
Most of the time now, most of the time now
Most of the time.
And is this wrong?
Have I been thinking for too long?
All I know is that I don't want to be forgotten
When I'm gone.
to get my head on right.
And now I think I might,
Just prefer to stay inside.
The winter makes my bones ache
and I feel alone
Most of the time now, most of the time now
Most of the time.
And is this wrong?
Have I been thinking for too long?
All I know is that I don't want to be forgotten
When I'm gone.
Lyrics from a song a wrote a while ago, or perhaps poems I put to music. All these stanzas relate to a time in my life when I struggled to find purpose and uniqueness. I felt isolated because my friends around me were so talented and often left me in the dust in their musical pursuits.
(25/M/Maine)
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