It’s late, but there’s life in these homes yet.
People are still awake
and I’m on the outside.
Yes I’m on the outside looking in,
wondering if they’re happy
and if so,
can I be happy like them?
See my life is not so bad,
but I can’t shake this feeling of sad
and I don’t know why,
so I just cry.
I don’t want to think,
don't want to think this way.
So bring on a new day.
Bring on tomorrow.
Bring on a new day
and let go of this sorrow.
Because in order to be held,
I have to let go of myself.
In order to be held,
I have to let go.
It’s just that this hurt
wears a different kind of shirt,
it’s yellow in my mind,
but it’s not mine.
I don’t want to think,
don't want to think this way.
So bring on a new day.
Bring on a true peace.
Bring on a new day
and bring on the release.
Because in order to be held,
I have to let go of myself.
In order to be held,
I have to let go.
It’s late, but there’s life in my head yet.
Thoughts are still awake
and I’m sitting inside.
Yes I’m sitting inside looking out,
wondering if they’re happy
and if so,
what is happy all about?
Bring on a new day,
bring on a new day
and let go.
Bring on a new day
and embrace my soul.
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