Souvenir
narpy
GENRE I often think of what i was
Maybe I could have been more?
Am I just lacking patience?
Is this something to ignore?
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep
Wishing I could fly away
Into another avenue where flowers would decay
If only I could start new, or have another life
Escaping my person that gave me nothing but strife
I'm only nothing but a problem
That can never be solved by Harvard graduates professors or even clerks at the mall
I try to run from it all and hide in my bed
Daily pills that I swallow with pillows under my head
Just block out the noisе but I wish I could hear
A question differеnt from the one that lingers on my mind of not being here
You're my souvenir
Maybe I could have been more?
Am I just lacking patience?
Is this something to ignore?
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep
Wishing I could fly away
Into another avenue where flowers would decay
If only I could start new, or have another life
Escaping my person that gave me nothing but strife
I'm only nothing but a problem
That can never be solved by Harvard graduates professors or even clerks at the mall
I try to run from it all and hide in my bed
Daily pills that I swallow with pillows under my head
Just block out the noisе but I wish I could hear
A question differеnt from the one that lingers on my mind of not being here
You're my souvenir
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