i hear things i dont know where it comes from or who or what creates these things i hear these sounds crescendo to a fortress of acceptance
they sing sad songs because that is what my mind holds dear haunting melodies of sweet love gone sour make my head sway with a sense of knowing
because these songs are my stories and in my mind i dont need to cower from a house singing dark melodies i can arrange those tunes so others will know my pain
i hear things and yes i may sound crazzy but keep quiet please just for a moment while i finish this song