Italian

The Trees

Solitude in  the midst of crowds

Laughing out loud while I’m rolling

my eyes inside  Lord knows

I try

 

Grew up hard and I grew up fast

Learned how to protect my ass

and to trust no-one else

 

But time’s wearin’ down my walls

Crooked cracks startin’ to show

Baby take my hand,lead me on

Will someone tell me please

Where’s the forest? I’m stuck here in the trees

 

 

Where can I find the next best thing &

love myself just like the fucking cliché exhorts

Instead a this vortex.

 

Know I’m lucky ain’t got it bad

so why do I pick at my scabs

Make ‘em bleed continuously

 

Ah time’s wearin’ down my walls

Crooked cracks startin’ to show

Baby take my hand, lead me on

Will someone tell me please

Where’s the forest? I’m stuck here in the trees

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