Stolen heaven

I was in the winter of my life 

And the men I met along the road 

We're my only summer

And I fell asleep to visions of myself 

Dancing, laughing, and crying with them

3 years down the line, across a tour

And the memories of them are the only things that sustained me

And my only real happy times

I was a sinner, and not a very popular one

I once has dreams of becoming a beautiful poet

But upon a series of unfortunate events 

All those dreams dashed and divided like a the thousands of stars in the sky

But I watched them over and over again 

Sparkling and broken

But I didn't really mind

Because I knew that it takes losing everything you ever wanted to know what true freedom is

When the people I used to know had found out what I had been living

They'd ask me why, but there is no use in talking to people who have a home

They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people

For home to be where ever you lie your head

I was always n unusual girl

My mother told me I had a camelian soul

No moral compass pointing due north

No fixed personality

Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and wavering as the ocean

And if I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying

I belonged to no one

Who had nothing 

And wanted everything 

A fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom

That terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it

Pushes me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me