*released on "Songs From Western Settings"
My nose is a-leakin'
My body aches
I can't hold a pen
I'm sick and sick of this world
How long must I hide?
And be unheard
My light's barely a-lit
I've come to realize
But feel like shit
But it's okay
What does it matter anyway?
But it's okay, anyway
Outside is hard to find
I can hardly speak
From the inside
The sun tries to relate
I can feel it on my skin
But the warmth is far away
I wanna sink my feet in the sand
But nothin' feels as close
As the touch of her hand
But it's okay
What does it matter anyway
But it's okay
What does it matter anyway
But it's okay
What does it matter anyway
But it's okay, anyway
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