15 April 2012
I'm so lost, when will I be found?
I need to feel my feet on solid ground.
Swallowed up whole and spat out in pieces,
Who will help me iron out all my creases?
There comes a time when you must face fate,
And gobble up everything she's put on your plate.
Surrounded by smiles but you can't find your own,
Living in a house that is still not a home.
Each day that I'm living just passes on by...
It doesn't matter to time whether I laugh or I cry
If I live or I die.
Why is it that I can't find peace?
When will this turbulent turmoil decease?
In A Daze • Opuss № I