The wind whispers in my ear
As the trees beckon for my presence.
I need out and I have no one to take me.
Mom's getting loud
My sister is throwing a fit.
I need out but I have no one to help me.
Loneliness leads to bad
My thoughts eat away at my soul.
I need out cause it's getting to me.
He's on the phone,
She's on the phone.
They all are getting people out.
I need out. And nobody knows but me.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
The wind whispers in my ear
As the trees beckon for my presence.
I need out and I have no one to take me.
Mom's getting loud
My sister is throwing a fit.
I need out but I have no one to help me.
Loneliness leads to bad
My thoughts eat away at my soul.
I need out cause it's getting to me.
He's on the phone,
She's on the phone.
They all are getting people out.
I need out. And nobody knows but me.
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