Formless, shapeless

These are the lives
That tear me up inside
That tell me that you’ll still be waiting
These are the reasons
I still wake up alive
To ask my sisters ways to start a fight

Oh you will tell me I can make it out alright
Oh you can tell me I will leave this place, alright?

I miss my home
Sand scraping off the walls
Squirrels in the morning
I miss folding all our clothes
I need to scream until I cry
Destined to run and then I die
Looking down at world beyond here

I want to be your love
I want to bе your love
I want to be your love, your lovе