Fleeing from my country, Should have been a big to-do, But it was just a Saturday, In the mid morning in June. I cried a lot, I must admit, As I thought of memories, But my home did not, give a shit, That it had made me flee. Like a dog, too self-obsessed, To care for other breeds.
Fleeing From My Country
Fleeing from my country, Should have been a big to-do, But it was just a Saturday, In the mid morning in June. I cried a lot, I must admit, As I thought of memories, But my home did not, give a shit, That it had made me flee. Like a dog, too self-obsessed, To care for other breeds.