im dipping into a bottle of wine
to see if i can find my muse again

these nights are hot
im burning up
sadness was the only muse i'd ever known
now im not sad
im just alone

depression and her cloak
a black veil before my eyes
living life in grey every night
imagine going that way through life
drowning without a moment of panic
crying because you'd turned your emotions off
he doesn't know
my life now is a wonderful array
bundled up and tucked away
a scroll of all the things i never got to say

i burn red inside with passion
beautiful and polished like glass for show
intricacies trimmed in gold

im a cherry blossom waiting for
the perfect moment
yet even if i fall before i bloom
i will grow again
with the coming of the seasons
there are some things that never change
without exception is the thought of you