So tired of being bored in this belly
It's cold and it's dark
And I seem to be wasting my time
Guessing these games in my head
And I'm sure they're not kind
Oh What Can I Do?
Moving With You
There's No Way
This Could Be True
I'm dreading to wonder
When I fall into slumber, will I rise?
And I feel that these walls
Are just trying to lock me inside
And I see an old crow
Who's black and bold and he sings
There's a terrible seam
And if you wish and you dream you can find..
Guessing, these games in my head
Well I'm sure they're not kind
Oh What Can I Do?
Moving With You
There's No Way
This Could Be True
There's a place, I must find
Outside this womb of mine
And there's a place where I must go
Where a mad mind tells no woes
But now I'll stayalone
This is not my home!
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