Monday, 24 April 2017
Nothing Much Around Me
I can't see
How time has wandered so far apart
I can't open my eyes
To see, to see
There are things
All around me
I fear
There is nothing here
There's nothing much around me
All the things here aren't even mine
There are things I'd rather have
But I am standing by and by
All alone, all alone
I could wake
But there's nothing much around
To wake to
And so I dream
There's are things
Which I would rather hate
Now I fear, there is nothing here
There's nothing much around me
All the things here aren't even mine
There are things I'd rather have
But I am standing by and by
All alone, all alone
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