I am tired of trying when I just don't get life.
Even taxi'n seems too hard.
I like the idea of the bed in the hangar
Where I can lay myself down and forget about flying.
Not sure that will ever happen,
Where my wings will not be broken.
Or when I might believe
That for good my words were spoken.
I'm just tired, I don't get life.
My head is full of thoughts
I store inside the walls
I've built around myself.
It's like ping pong,
And this is what I'm saying.
I guess I wasn't invited,
To play the game the balls are playing.
I'm feeling all the ricochets
And the bouncing that goes on.
I wish that I could just catch one thought
And write a different song.
Written by Sheila June Denson
Copyright May 20th, 2014
AKA Iwillflyagain! FE