i watched the words tell aloud
tumble down, struggle out of your lips
no need to be subtle now
but somehow in secret, no sound will leave your mouth
so i leave them on the wind
they sprouted wings then they said
“these things are not my friends”
they take me to a place between the dream and wide awake
where everything is real, but still nothing feels the same
they threaten of dark skies, of the harsh times ahead
they mark the changing tide, rushing, tugging at your legs
and its been said,
“if you love someone enough youll let them go”
but i dont know cause its been tough
im not even half way home.