i know where you stand,
silent in the trees
trees, twenty øne piløts
my feet will sink, along with my soul
as i walk, trying to find home
its hard to conceal what’s inside
i find i have everything to hide
the trees seem tall enough to scratch the sky
i could climb to the top and away i could fly
I wanted to be a better daughter
but i feel as dirty as the water
i went to the park by my house after it rained to capture some photos.
there was no one else there.
gray days seem to clear my mind.
stay alive
–
jenny
aliens are real 