-they wrote themselves vol4.-

-as she quietly drags herself away-

i'm a roamer, don't you know?
could never make this house a home.
across the universe alone.
my soul aches, now hear it moan.

cannot place your face inside my brain.
i love again, but all in vain.
scrub me down with acid rain,
to wash away this painful shame.

i'm a roamer, don't you know?
but not because i will it so.
uprooting every seed i grow.
my good intension never show.

1 comment:

ALW said...

this is quite impressive too.
so beautiful