I am alone
I walk the lonely backroads
not sure where I'm going,
but i know i've gotta go.
this is not wanderlust
it's merely broken trust
i kick the dirt beneath me,
and watch a cloud form from the dust.
I knew my father left us
I knew my mother cried
but it seems i never really knew
the hurtful reason why.
my long blonde hair
is what sent him there
to whatever town he lives in now;
i guess having a daughter made him scared.
I am alone
I walk the washed out, broken roads
not sure where i'm going,
but i know i can't go home.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 11:01 AM UTC
I am alone
I walk the lonely backroads
not sure where I'm going,
but i know i've gotta go.
this is not wanderlust
it's merely broken trust
i kick the dirt beneath me,
and watch a cloud form from the dust.
I knew my father left us
I knew my mother cried
but it seems i never really knew
the hurtful reason why.
my long blonde hair
is what sent him there
to whatever town he lives in now;
i guess having a daughter made him scared.
I am alone
I walk the washed out, broken roads
not sure where i'm going,
but i know i can't go home.
