World 2C

I was told, that i'd find my gold In a crib, sound asleep I have heard, a 100 million words About this special place, touched by grace I'll be found in a new state of mind My bag is full of lice, one more time I have the whole world to see I wish the voice could just leave me be My bosom feels so heavy Sometimes i'm tired of being me Far from home with pockets full of holes My shoes are killing me, they're not real In my heart the stain is dark as night Clueless on how to feel, how to heal Lightning bolt, my quest is in the north They love them more than me, why not me Grim grim thoughts would slide under my coat And call war on my sleep, relentlessly I have the whole world to see I wish the voice could just leave me be My bosom feels so heavy Sometimes i'm tired of being me