I'd rather be stuck up in a tree then be tied to it.

Ingen säger det som Brett Dennen...

When I heard the news, my heart fell on the floor.
I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore.
In these troubled times it's hard enough as it is.
My soul has a known a better life than this.

I wonder how so many can be in so much pain while others don't seem to feel a thing.
Then I curse my whiteness and I get so damn depressed.
In a world of suffering why should I be so blessed?

I heard about a women who lives in Colorado.
She built a monoment of salt behind the garage door where everyday she prays for all whom are born and all whose souls have passed on.
Sometimes my trouble gets so thick,
I can't see how I'm gonna get through it.
But, then I'd rather be stuck up in a tree
then be tied to it.


There is so much more.

I don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit.
I cant get used to my bodys limits.
I got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues.
They cost a lot of money but they arent worth a thing.
I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete.
I need to get out of this city.
Lay apon the ground stare a hole in the sky wondering where I go when I die.
...When I die.



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