I'm under the bed.
An old shirt in hand.
The scent welcoming and strong.
I close my eyes.
Block out the lies.
Pretending nothing is wrong.
The shirt dries my tears,
That nobody hears.
Wishing once again I was home.
Holding you near,
Calming my fear.
Even though I am actually alone.
An old shirt in hand.
The scent welcoming and strong.
I close my eyes.
Block out the lies.
Pretending nothing is wrong.
The shirt dries my tears,
That nobody hears.
Wishing once again I was home.
Holding you near,
Calming my fear.
Even though I am actually alone.
