I….. don't know… what i want sometimes
Always feeling so alone…..
Stuck in my head
Stuck in my bed
Feelings fuck with my head
All this dread
Why….oh….why
Can't I leave this place
Some saving grace
Oh stuck in this place
Why… oh… why… oh why can't I leave my head…. Get out of my bed
All these tears inside of me
Crying out just like I'm dead
Feeling come and now I numb
This place always feels the same
Never so far from grace
Every direction feels so wrong
I turn to you and now your gone
And now I'm all alone
So.. now I stay stuck in my head, stuck in my bed
These feelings fuck with my head
And now its dread
Forever alone in my bed, will I get out of my head
Till tomorrow comes
Another bell drum
Forever inside this place
I just need some saving grace
About the Creator
Phoenix Rose
to be or not to be, is a question indeed. To thyself be true. And, like the water cuts through a ridge. A tundra of snow like emotions.
We dance along the ocean.
Forgetting not who or what we are
Grant me the serenity of peace
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