December 2007
I’m tugging at my hair
I’m pulling at my clothes
I’m trying to keep me cool
I know it shows
I’m staring at my feet
My cheeks are turning red
I’m searching for the words inside my head
black & white
It don’t do me any good
It’s just a waste of time
What use is it to you
What’s on my mind
If ain’t coming out
We’re not going anywhere
So why can’t I just tel
At this moment, there are six billion, four hundred seventy million, eight hundred eighteen thousand, six hundred seventy one people in this world.
Some are running scared.
Some are coming home.
So