She's gotta mouth full of words.
and a head full of poetry.
She believes she is like the birds
restless, and free.
Living in a world, only she can see.
her night is pacing
back to the days
she doesn't quite feel
like facing.
She whispers to the moon
all the crazy stories that the sun never cared for.
The day was a bore, so she escapes into the night's innermost core.
and she believes she's free to be anything but me.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
She's gotta mouth full of words.
and a head full of poetry.
She believes she is like the birds
restless, and free.
Living in a world, only she can see.
her night is pacing
back to the days
she doesn't quite feel
like facing.
She whispers to the moon
all the crazy stories that the sun never cared for.
The day was a bore, so she escapes into the night's innermost core.
and she believes she's free to be anything but me.
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