Madeline Kenney

I Went Home
I went home I got tired of standing up Of giving up my time Of getting offers of being mother What's the shape? And what's its color? I've given up feeling my own skin And all my answers don't hold water Now I, now I, now I I don't want them to see me like this I don't want them to see me like this (Of standing up) (Of doing out my time) (Of getting offers) (Of being mother) From Letras Mania