There is a place i go to hide
There is a place where i wished i had died
There is a place somehwere near
Where i have often gone and cried
This place i tried to share
But no one seemed to care
To me it was magical
Buf i didn't really dare
To hope that they could see
Because this place encompassed me
And wasnt about them
It was where i had come to be
To be who i am now
Its where i found
Out who i truly was
Its where my heart was bound
I went there often
I havent been back
I miss it
That beautiful rooftop
Where i would sit
And cry
Or wish i could die
Or think about suicide
Or where i would go
When there was no one home
And i could sit and think
I miss my rooftop
It was my place.
I use to climb on the roof all the time, especially when i was sad or depresses it was my special place, but the freezer i used to get up there has been moved and i miss it.
