Your Self Portrait


I tie my shoes-leave the house,
board the train and keep on moving
My thoughts are thickening
Trees fill me like you're whispering,
"The night is fading" Hey there friend
I think we had a lot in common
The feeling is dead
Maybe it's just lost and needs to be found again
Just keep on moving
A manic walk-It's just the panic talking
So keep on breathing Don't stop creating
I stared and studied the structure of your face
To feel connections, some form of deeper meaning
My skin will crawl and in the morning it will fade a little
I can't find a home I'm a stranger in this city now
Tonight I think she might be losing me
Tonight I know she'll never set me free
I feel nothing I want nothing I am nothing







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