I don't know why my own reflection
Only seems to make me cry.
I don't know I hide away
So please don't ask me why.
But I can tell you that I'd rather be
Alone and in my bed.
To not swallow all my words that hide
In every sentence said
So, isolation is the freedom
To live in my own skin,
Safe harbor for my wondering mind
To taste all whimsied sins
And I can see a beauty
In words that others will not hear.
Where every sentence,
Bathed in truth,
And every action
Clear.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
I don't know why my own reflection
Only seems to make me cry.
I don't know I hide away
So please don't ask me why.
But I can tell you that I'd rather be
Alone and in my bed.
To not swallow all my words that hide
In every sentence said
So, isolation is the freedom
To live in my own skin,
Safe harbor for my wondering mind
To taste all whimsied sins
And I can see a beauty
In words that others will not hear.
Where every sentence,
Bathed in truth,
And every action
Clear.
