-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.