Don't know a soul I Trust...
I'm at war with my Emotions,
Watching the mirror with disgust.
Yet too firm in my devotions...
I want to be Home and Free...
and The wind to bring the change in...
so much ... yet so lonely...
But here I keep chasin'...sinkin'
I've loaded my arms,
My prey focused in sight...
Tossed my broken charms.
Soon, I'll be home tonight...
(Am I worth making?)
Cause I'm my own worst enemy,
Another friend just faking...
The best is not in me...
Another false sense of safety...
Maybe now I can erase me...
Right, its time to Atone,
a little more before breaking...
Do you hear me? I'm coming Home
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A "Person"
ŞiirThe world and society has a specific way of identifying persons and their quality of life. Who are you? Who do they say you are? Lets face it, the world is ruled my men and created a stigma for what a man is and what a man represents. Is that you...
