Thoughts after a November Sunday

I guess I could keep walking
And tell myself my friends are the trees
Maybe then I won't feel lonely
When I'm walking alone

And my phone is out of storage
Full of pictures of people who
Don't talk to me anymore
I guess it's what I deserve since I been born

And everyone is dancing
I can see their smiles on my phone
I guess I could dance too
With my tears on the floor

I put so much weight on my shoulders
Just to get the cold shoulder
The weight of these ghosts
They ain't light

I won't be around
When you'll be here
I guess you won this one
That you're my fear

I don't wanna do this anymore
I've been up a very long time
Wonder why they hate on me
And I can't sleep

I just hope
That one day
After I've taken all your hate
Maybe I could make it

If you're happy
Cherish it
And if you're happy
Cherish it



Credits
Writer(s): Chuah Jensen
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