Joe Weissman (22/4/03)
mynameisjoe66@hotmail.com
I'm Joe... 16 yr old boy from London. This is another of my songs, basically
about a sense of hopelessness and idle wonder... but I'm feeling better now tho!
Rock on...
'Alien Human Mould'
by Joe Weissman
My alien human mould
Is starting not to fit me
The stories that I told
Are starting to affect me
The visions in my head
Are no longer realistic
The dreams I had are dead
And life's no more simplistic
Is there a place where I can go?
A planet to call my own
Is there a place where I can stand?
With someone who understands
My alien human mind
Is controlling my breathing
But the air that fills my lungs
Is no use to my spirit
The people that I meet
Attempt to fill this crater
Land me on my feet
But they are no use
No use to me
Is there a place where I can go?
A planet to call my own
Is there a place where I can stand?
With someone who understands
Is there a place where I can go?
A planet to call my own
Is there a place where I can stand?
With someone who understands
My alien human mould
My alien human mould
My alien human mould
My alien human mould
(one bar of each)
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