Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Call Me Carefree
I wonder if you’ve ever had home ripped from you
You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry
You wanted to beat your chest
But you stayed stoic
It made more sense
You hadn’t been there for years anyway
It wasn’t really home anyway
You didn’t want to be pitied
It’s a tireless subject and I’m tired of it
It would be pointless to bring it up again
I’m not a real part of it
I didn’t live it
Far and away, that’s where I stayed
Watching the world pass me on a twelve inch screen
That’s where I’d like to stay
Every once in awhile it surprises me, though
I catch myself crying
Suddenly realizing
Why I feel so contorted inside