Desert

I made a mess with my life
And I know I forgotten my pride
The smile killed in my face
Made me hate the human race

So the flaming fields of time
Made a mess, a mess with my mind
And what I’m searching for
Isn’t this, and it’s probably more

So, when you think you’re all alone
Then you think you’re always wrong
You imagine a faraway land
Far from your desert, away from your hand

Something you can’t mess, to bring you some rest
Where you can be a stranger, faraway from all the danger
A desert of your own

But I know I ask too much
Is this some kind of bluff?
There is no such place
To bring happiness, happiness to my face

So, when you think you’re all alone
Then you think you’re always wrong
You imagine a faraway land
Far from your desert, away from your hand

Something you can’t mess, to bring you some rest
Where you can be a stranger, faraway from all the danger
A desert of your own
A desert of your own
A desert of your own
A desert of your own

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