Dec 2014
I can't cry freely
Everywhere someone can see me
My woods have been stolen
My one place of comfort in this tiny tired town
Where everyone can see me
Well my illusions
Rarely am I reality
Everywhere someone can see me
My woods have been stolen
My one place of comfort in this tiny tired town
Where everyone can see me
Well my illusions
Rarely am I reality
... to curl up in a ball and cry.
But "home" isn't safe.
But "home" isn't safe.
