This is how I feel, Sometimes

Close yourself to the world, Sometimes

Stay alone, in your bed curled, sometimes

Purposely took the wrong train that night

I didn’t want to cry to them , knew I might

Put that ringing phone off the hook, sometimes

Hiding watery eyes behind the book. Sometimes

Too easy to pour my heart out , I feel

Lets go the rough route, lock my heart until I heal

Being a loner, Feels good, sometimes

Maybe just music, wind and my hood sometimes

Whirlpool of memories, I am drowning in it

No one is around to tug me out a bit