Wandering Soul, by Lovecrafter Subscribe to rss feed for Lovecrafter

Some days I'm stuck in a rut
And I'm too scared to know
What is and what is what
Other days I feel I'm fine 
But have the urge to just go
Leave this cold room behind

Sometimes
I think
I try a little too hard
Sometimes 
I think
I go a little too far

Wandering soul 
Find yourself
Take all those dreams
Take them off of that dusty old shelf
Spread out those wings
Fly away
Head towards the sun
Don't be afraid, enjoy your stay

Some days I'm stuck in a rut
And I know that I  know
What is and what is what
Other days I think I'm fine 
But have the urge to just go
Leave this cold room behind

Sometimes
I think
I speak a little too strong
Sometimes 
I think
I phrase a little too wrong

Wandering soul 
Find yourself
Take all those dreams
Take them off of that dusty old shelf
Spread out those wings
Fly away
Head towards the sun
Don't be afraid, enjoy your stay

Sometimes
I think 
I play a little too rough
Sometimes
I think
A little isn't nearly enough

Wandering soul 
Find yourself
Take all those dreams
Take them off of that dusty old shelf
Spread out those wings
Fly away
Head towards the sun
Don't be afraid, enjoy your stay

Some days I'm stuck in a rut
And I'm too scared to know
What is and what is what
Some days I'm fine but
 I'm just too scared to go
Leave this cold room behind
Posted: 2010-11-06 03:28:45 UTC

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