June 14th, 2011

last spring

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I haven't really ever found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
I apologise that once again I'm not in love
But it's not as if I mind
That your heart ain't exactly breaking

It's just a thought, only a thought
But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
'Cos nothing I have is truly mine

I've always thought
That I would love to live by the sea
To travel the world alone
And live my life more simply
I have no idea what's happened to that dream
'Cos there's really nothing left here to stop me.

P.S. And I'm really happy, cos I have only one - the language, and if I can't speak as now.... may by, is always... I can read, I can sing, and... I have a hole (yea! a rabbit hole:) for my mother tongue - to run away, to hide, to leave; but... how can I say I'm alive?

...If my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
'Cos nothing I have is truly mine
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