Hidden feelings.

Everyone's home, but I'm still all alone.
In this house where nobody cares.
Where the truth is hidden under the stairs.

I dream about escaping this.
You can't imagine how hard that is.
It's as if I'm rooted here.
With every single ache and tear.

I hope I'll fly away someday.
Even though I belong here, like the forms created in clay.

Until I can go I won't say,
a word about this house where I have to stay.
This house where nobody cares.
Where I hide my feelings under the stairs.

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