Oceans - Miya Folick

I am a writer and I’m gonna write

Gonna make myself a spirit of the night

I am a loser, I’ve already lost

So which thought is the truth and which is false?

You think that I was born to be

A tender rose beneath an oak tree

But I never loved roses

I think I should let myself breathe

I think I should leave myself be

To sleep and dream at the end of the day

I was talking in my sleep

I was talking to me

I said, «You're a coward»

She said, «Cowards are we»

There was blood between my eyes, I did not know

You wiped it away I said, «Let my wounds show»

You think that I was born to be

A gentle breeze above the dead sea

But I wanna be oceans

I think I should let myself breathe

I think I should leave myself be

To sleep in peace at the end of the day