The Hills
Rachel Chinouriri
Typical
Complaining bout a miracle
And I'm sad to say I'm here
It’s unclear
Why I'm devastated
Broken is the understatement of this whole year
I disappear
But when I'm gone
Gone with the wind
Pulling the skin off my bones
'Cause deep from within
This place that I'm in
Is never ending
When you don’t belong
The hills will know
It’s visible you don’t belong here
Long way down the road
From the hill I know
Invisible
My weakness
Have you ever noticed
That your house don’t feel like home
In a room that you’ve outgrown
Scrubbing at the writing on the walls?
Everybody’s been there
So you try your best to leave
I was told the grass is greener
But it’s just a fantasy, it seems
When I'm gone
Gone with the wind
Pulling the skin off my bones
'Cause deep from within
This place that I'm in
Is never ending
When you don’t belong
The hills will know
It’s visible you don’t belong here
Long way down the road
From the hill I know
Invisible
My weakness
The hills will know
The hills will know
They always
When you don’t belong
The hills will know
It’s visible you don’t belong here
