living in a box a shop front for a home
no where i can go just walk about and roam
living like a caveman out there in the wild
all i seem to be is someones long lost child.
i feel so alone when night begins to fall
as i lay my head against a concrete wall
if only i had stayed where im supposed to be.
lonlieness despair i would never see.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 5:01 AM UTC
living in a box a shop front for a home
no where i can go just walk about and roam
living like a caveman out there in the wild
all i seem to be is someones long lost child.
i feel so alone when night begins to fall
as i lay my head against a concrete wall
if only i had stayed where im supposed to be.
lonlieness despair i would never see.
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