Monday, March 9, 2015

Home

I'm no longer the kind of tired that sleep can fix
I'm the kind of tired that settles in your bones and calls that home 

Because as soon as you think things are getting better
You realize the darkness is your home 
and you never even made it out the front door 

So show me your teeth, your skin
Show me whats hiding within

Show me your heart, 
Your fresh new start

Tell me you're home
Cause, my god I'm alone 

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