An evening in
No one sitting at my side
A time where tears and feeling guards are down
Relief from tired feet and thoughts
From wandering round my town.
Yet from myself I cannot hide
This stranger from deep inside
My aching head and heart
keep replacing views and news
And I can't tell them both apart.
Yet they are me
The man that's free
The man anew
The wanna be
That's me
Oh these evenings in with just myself
Leaves me feeling low and a little on the shelf
But I am who I am
Who I want to be
I am me.
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