Lift my head up from the foreign ground I lay upon. Waking in the dark end of the longest day. Cold and broken, still I haven't slept as well as this in days.
Walking on these feet for what now feels like centuries. The City streets still sing into my inner ears. Burnt out, scarred and bruised but I just made through - onto.
Blurry thoughts of times, in buildings I have left behind, disappear like mist under the morning sun. Nature takes me back. Back to all the childhood stories that you told, when we still had a home.
Dare I go right off the precipice, following the footsteps of no one else? Found myself between routine and heartache, knowing it was not a life to lead. Cold and all alone, still I feel more at home sleeping rough under this tree than back in District 3.
And if I we're to stay, let the city have its way, It would be the death of me, so for now its time to leave.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
