My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why. I got out of bed at all. The morning rain clouds up my window. And I can't see at all. And even if I could it' d all be grey.
This is not my home.. This is not my space.. Simple not my style.. This is not my place.. Cant get comfortable.. Cant get settled in.. . I simply dont belong Cant get used to this.
I know what I said was heat of the moment. But there's a little truth in. Between the words we've spoken. It's a little late now to fix the heart that's broken.