Songs from the heart

a different word

The moments flash before my eyes
like a broken scene
My voice echoes in my head,
I hate the sound of it
And my reflection never lies,
Sometimes it hides, but never dies
I'd give my life to be released from all the memories

I've never felt like home in my own neighbourhood
Their hearts were made of concrete, mine was
carved out of wood
She called me special, her eyes spoke
a different word
I wish I didn't, but I heard

I count my blessings, wish I could
fall short this time
So all the mess can make some sense
Before I lose my mind
And as I'm sinking in my sheets
The endless monologue repeats
(in the dead of night)
I always miss what counts the most, but God knows I have tried

To feel like I belong in my own neighbourhood
But they were made of concrete, I was
carved out of wood
She called me special, her eyes spoke
a different word
I wish I didn't, but I heard

Feels like I'm running down a road
without an end
Is there an easy way to reach the line
before I bend
Feels like I'm running down a road
without an end
Is there an easy way to live with who I am?

I've never felt like home in my own neighbourhood
Their minds were made of concrete, mine was
carved out of wood
She called me special, her eyes spoke
a different word
I wish I didn't, but I heard

The way my brain is wired I never understood
I hardly ever felt a certain
way I should
She called me special, her eyes spoke
a different word
I wish I didn't, but I heard