Head like a sieve
Burdens fill the gaps
The sun shines through my body
With my back to it
I run from everybody
Pieces of a boy
The shadow of a man
Caught between the two
Lost without a plan
Tears in the message centre
The old mans been there since December
And I know we'll make it in the end
Effort consumes my soul
Realisation is a bother
Facing outward to the world
Not looking at the problem
I'll stare you in the eye
And nothing will have changed
My face forces a smile
but broken I remain
Tears in the message centre
The old mans been there since December
And I know we'll make it in the end
I'll try my best and that's all I can give
But it's hard when your heads like a sieve...
It's hard when your heads like a sieve...
You might not agree, but I'm going to be ****y and say this is my favourite piece of work I've done in a while. Please comment...
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