My head, it hurts, pieces of glass inside. The glass stained with pictures, the pictures full of purpose. As i smoked the cigarette yesterday I asked myself, an endless abyss of 'what if's' and 'have not'. The pain, it hurts, but i find purpose beneath it. A duty i have to fulfill
It's an addiction i need to feed, It's the water to life, It's the person i need to keep happy, to keep fulfilled.
And they must be happy, no matter the cost of my own
Like Autumn days and night, the warm tender kiss of the sun. The Moon, shining off its glorious radiant light even if it can not be seen
With out it, we are nothing
Without you, I am nothing
I meant to tell you since the day we met, but someone else fell into your light
Hypnotized, by the trance of love