I heard that perhaps this planet is just the hell for another, and I hope with all my heart those words are false.
With every sunset and every broken heart , a veil is placed over the eyes straining for morning and beautiful songs in the distance.
Over my eyes...
Cynicism is a poison running through my veins and paranoia is the noose around my neck.
"There is a degree of difficulty in dealing with me."
I can see in their words,
hear in your voice, how I can make a simple life hard.
Call me chaos because I am anything but easy.
Find me walking through the abandoned playgrounds trying to hold on to the child in me because he is the only thing fighting to keep me free..
Find me and swing away.
Hold my hand now and again and
don't let me get buried in myself...