TALES OF DOMINICA

Woke up on the floor
Oh, this plastic bed dont blow up no more
In this broken home
Everyone becomes predictable
Oh, sometimes youre angry
Sometimes youre hurting
Sometimes youre all alone
Sometimes Im anxious
Sometimes it makes me
Feel like theres only now
Ive been living in my lowest, its safe to say
Hope my little bit of hope dont fade away
Ive been living on an island made from fate
Cant go running back to home, I cant face her face (oh)
Oh, finally grown, aint nothing like I hoped it would be
Out on my own, Im floating in an ocean-less sea
Could I be wrong? Was everybody right about me?
Scary things in my head, I cant dream and I just
Woke up on the floor
Oh, this plastic bed dont blow up no more (oh)
In this broken home
Everyone becomes predictable
Oh, sometimes youre angry
Sometimes youre hurting
Sometimes youre all alone
Sometimes Im anxious
Sometimes it makes me
Feel like theres only now
Ive been living in my lowest, its safe to say
Hope my little bit of hope, dont fade away
Ive been living on an island made from fate
Cant go running back to home, I cant face her face
Ooh
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Ooh