A single light shines down on me...
I'm alone in my house while my grandmother works hard to make ends meet...
I can't blame her for this...
I'm trapped inside my OWN loneliness.
I guess when push comes to shove,
I don't mind it this way...
It's pretty much my home.
When I do the chores, waiting for her, I leave the TV off.
Even when I'm stirring up dust,
Being alone is like a breath of fresh air...
And when she comes home,
We'll breathe that air together...
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
A single light shines down on me...
I'm alone in my house while my grandmother works hard to make ends meet...
I can't blame her for this...
I'm trapped inside my OWN loneliness.
I guess when push comes to shove,
I don't mind it this way...
It's pretty much my home.
When I do the chores, waiting for her, I leave the TV off.
Even when I'm stirring up dust,
Being alone is like a breath of fresh air...
And when she comes home,
We'll breathe that air together...
