When I woke up this morning the trees didn’t work
Birdsong had turned to gunfire,
and the stars were in the dirt
Snow feels like a heatwave,
sunshine feels like rain
If a feather touches my skin it causes me pain
Come back!
Come back, and make the world work again
Come back, and put an end to all this mess
Come back, and prove the world’s not heartless
Come back, and prove the world’s not … heartless
The air is thick as tar,
and my skin is bruised and stung
I try to talk but no one understands my tongue
With every passing second I age […]