Somewhere I belong.
Somewhere between, holding tight and moving on. I found a place, with tainted flowers and unturned songs Somewhere between rhyming verses and syncing routines I found a place, with chaotic patterns and half-hearted screams Somewhere between, being who I am, and knowing what I ought to be I found a place, with nudity, vulnerability and insecurity. Somewhere between, hearing things and seeing stuff I found a place, where I didn’t give a flying fuck Somewhere between, knowing scorns and thinking tight I found a place, with tranquil darkness and no trace of light Somewhere between, belonging to a crowd, conforming to strife I found a place, with up heal, mayhem and a lunatic life Somewhere between, stable relationships and irrational sex I found a place, with no boundaries and guilt free texts Somewhere between, trying to be happy and knowing the sacred chants I found a place, with half kissed wine glasses and freedom without pants Somewhere between, rejec