Moving

Sitting besides the window,

Supported with a pillow,

Hands on the cheek like a widow.

I know it's not that bad,

But I'm just sad,

Things are just so sad.

Going away without any choice,

The only thing I hear is a voice,

Very deep and moist.

Is this my new home?

Or do I have to make it my own?

I can't turn into a bone!

There are no clouds,

The only thing I hear is music out loud.

Yeah I know, that's sad.

Trying to be strong,

But it always turns out wrong,

I never get where I belong.

But what is done is done,

I'm already gone,

All I can do is phone.