In the Morning of July

A bird sings early in the morning sounds of a betrayed love echoes What could have made you so loud so soon And I realised it's the sounds of a destroyed country In a far away land I wonder why love is not for me Then I realized nature has it's space A space for everyone A lucky dice flip Mine just had the wrong numbers so sad and so alone My mind pulled sideways No one has ever seen me although I tried Skies blue on my tumblr page It's the aesthetic of my childhood The one I fell in love with