Pale GreenWritten by Louise Post I am fourteen Wrapped in a white sheets Rain's coming through the window The moon lands on my feet I am somewhere far from sleep I am Pale Green I think she laced it up with PCP I feel like I'm in hell now I want my dad I want my dad I am somwhere far from sleep And look at me now It's seven in the morning You're dreaming where's it's storming I miss you, yeah I miss you without warning I am somewhere without sleep |