now and then my mind starts to sing.. and i don’t know what it’s singing and don’t even really realise it’s occurring.. but sometimes i realise and i sit there wondering what those words were.. why were they in my head..
tonight it was…
another day goes by me
another day of life without you
and as i look around me
i feel so lonely there’s noone
noone here beside me
noone here to help to see me through
took about five minutes to realise it was the mary chain..
i sit in a foreign country, now only occasionally noticing the accents talking at me, but noticing the strange looks reacting to my accent when i open my mouth.
i’m over my face contortions when people tell me something everyone knows and even when they explain it i remain confused and wrinkle browed.
i try to buy clothes but the clothes don’t want me.
i look for books but they tell me i’m not their type.
give it time i say.
they tell me goodluck.