Theresa - text
Home, I am going home. I like you all but I wanna be alone.
No, you will never know, these lips are sealed and I am on my own.
You live in a castle when I am down in the streets.
You'd like to wrestle when I'm just looking for peace.
You've got your road tidy, I've got nothing at all.
Don't try to find me, I'm behind the wall.
Life, mine's as sharp as a knife. Gets into the brain and starts a strife.
Love, you're sent from above. Cut me deep with a plastic glove.
You're born, you spend your childhood trying to figure out the world.
Just to find out that what is, may be the worst
possible outcome of this neverending curse.
Is this a meaning place? Is there a cure?