âme solitaire - low grown | Текст песни

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• âme solitaire
• low grown

this notion of alone
is one I’ve all too often known
my friends fell overboard
the times we spent wash up on shore
they’re drowning in a sea
of my cries and silent pleas
there’s a red sky every morning
but I’m still not taking warning
I’ve forsaken a sense of direction
for a better sense of diction
but these words can’t sail a boat
as I’m slowly finding out
and my heart acts like an anchor
the way it will not let me leave here
and my mind acts like a sail
the winds pushing me straight to hell

my family raised me well
father taught me how to sail
mother blessed me with her love
I’m often undeserving of
grandpa’s ghost is by my side
says “everybody has their time”
grandpa died when I was young
death makes you feel old enough
I was a child bore in spring
brought to life by the april rain
I’ll be a man who dies in winter
I’ll be a man who dies at home
I’ll be a man who lives forever
spending his whole life all alone
I’ll be a man when the world lets me
and it’s letting me all too soon

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