I'm sure if these walls could talk they would just keep to themselves, just like everybody else. Nobody's voiceless, they just act that way. How am I supposed to just assume that everything will fall back into place with a snap of my fingertips? I can't explain this hate that I hold, I guess I'm just afraid.
I'm sick of feeling alone when I'm surrounded by a crowd, I just can't think straight. Sick of not knowing where home is, sick of pretending that I'm homeless.
What if I did something crazy? Like wrap myself in flames. Would that make them want to see me, or would they laugh right in my face? What if everything they taught me, could help me bear this storm? My basement has always been freezing, but the attic's always warm.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
