Between two worlds

by Mark Hopwood   Dec 20, 2004


All is quiet, all is still
I sit in my room alone
The wind blows outside, cans roll down the road
But I'm nice and warm in my home
Warm and dry, in a comfortable bed
Time goes by very slow
Lonely, bored, depressed and confused
Stuck in with nowhere to go.

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