I’m All The Way Up
i'm all the way up alone here a-top my tree though i tore through friends to get here my days are filled with me no one to tell me who i am no one to tell me no no one to hold me when i'm scared no one to help me grow my days are getting longer now my moments pale and grey each time i go to speak out loud i have less and less to say so quiet here so still so free alone here a top my tree if only now a friend could sense this loneliness in me but my pride holds on its grip is strong as day by day i see i bought a lie and now i'll die alone here a-top my tree ~matt francis