As much as I might want to be,
I never truly am.
As much as I might crave the sea,
I’ll always hate the sand.
As much as I might need to scream,
It’s stuck there in my throat.
As much as I might dare to dream,
It’s all in words I wrote.
As much as I might want to be,
I never truly am.
As much as I might crave the sea,
I’ll always hate the sand.
As much as I might need to scream,
It’s stuck there in my throat.
As much as I might dare to dream,
It’s all in words I wrote.