tired

i've been walking with this worn out railroad for a while.

started out all smiles with hands withen reach.

Good laughs memories.

No shrinks.

Somewhere along this railroad came a series of unfortunate events.

pent up feeling, rage, depression, emotions of the oppressed.

My pace became slower.

No laughs no glory.

My dress became tattered my white dress turned black.

my hair became wild and now im alone.

Walking down this old railroad.

Just trying to find home.

A home i want to be in.

But this railroad seems to go on forever...

Im tired.

i thought that those laughs were real.

i imagined i was there to dust you off when you stumbled along the track.

All of you....

I dusted you off.

My dress sure seems dusty.

This railroad seems to go on forever.

Im tired and lonely.

What's the point. I dont know where im going.

Im waiting for a train thats never coming.

starting to wonder if it even exists...

Maybe i'll just step inside the tracks and see what comes next

i dusted you off.