living in a new country and trying to cope with homesickness
I am living a double life, my happiness is here for all to meet
in my head there is this sadness I've exiled to my feet
behind my smile, pearly white, are words I wish I could say
my tongue curling to make their form, reminding, they will not go away.
so many questions bombarding, do I miss home?
there is a maze of complexities no one will ever know
Bubble, bubble. Pop, pop. A secret to the surface
the cauldron bubbling near the ground is moving to my face
the excitement of things anew, the distraction of the day
they are becoming more familiar and they start to give way
I am chasing these distractions but in someone else's time
I'm running as fast as I can, but your legs are faster than mine.
so the blood circulates from my head, mixing with that in my feet
and the burning starts to spread like an unfamiliar disease.
so many smiling faces around with a kind "how are you?"
my eyes are green, my face is pink, but inside I feel so blue.