They say that love is Deep Kind Long and Wide But for me love is Dead Dark Elusive and Painful And when my tear stained face finds a gentle hand to wipe away my sorrows I fall in love Or perhaps I fall in line I’m not sure there’s a difference anymore
If words were music all the ones inside my head would still be chaos
locked up somewhere inside this ******* mind, some sleeping, some screaming, some hopeless, some flapping their wings; oh how lovely it feels to be a prison.