Note to Self

Note To Self I wish I was different I wish I belonged And I don’t know how to feel anymore So she said, stuck in my head Wish I was dead Wish I was dead I will catch a bus to anywhere in the hope that someone finds me Oh its cold and I’m-a-thinking mama do you still love me? I ride in the opposite seat, a feeling I’m not really used to! I know, I stop, I pass, I feel this nagging hereditary feature of destiny and youth I wish I was different I wish I belonged And I don’t know how to feel anymore So she said, stuck in my head Wish I was dead Wish I was dead Strangers admire the vacant view I am one and so are you Faces tell a million lies Dummy horses fly the skies I signed my last receipt, A feeling I’m getting used to I Sign I smile I turn, goodbye… Sticks and stones will break your bones and words will always hurt you Poor Mother Nature keep me posted on those who offend you Memories are a policy and the ink shall imprint that forever I wish I was different Oh I wish I belonged And I don’t know how to feel anymore She laid there When I got there When I got there She laid there