an idea forms in my head
as i lie quietly in bed
where do i go from here
out of all my fear
for the world unknkown to me
so many things for me to be
which label do i want
under which stereotype will i fall
will you een here me call
when i'm ready to choose
and hoping i don't loose
what happened to all my hope
cleaned with lye and soap
and long gone down the drain
going insane inside my brain
how do i read the captions if i don't speak the langrage
i'll just finish my sandwich
an idea forms in my head
as i lie quietly in my bed.
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