My head does all the talking
Never one to judge but
What can you do when they're staring
Had a busy life then
It just turned into dreaming
Wondering where I'll be in 5
Years is what I keep thinking
Family will always be there
But I just keep running
From all the whispers and laughing
The screaming and barking
Want a hug in the cold but
They're too busy loving
Constantly smiling at life
But don't they get my feeling?
Always one to open up but
When I do the doors keep closing
What light at the end of the tunnel?
When I'm the candle that's burning
10 seconds ago these
Words were on my ceiling
And now they're sitting on lines
As I stand at my window, glass steaming.
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