Sometimes
You see them under your bed
Or
When you are standing
In front of the mirror

Now,
It's just up to you
If you want to fight it
or
Not

I cannot define you with words,
I cannot sing you with lyrics
And I cannot dance you with rhythms
….
But,
I can love you with feelings.

" Borrowed time, borrowed time. Pull up a chair and cut me a line. Tell me a story of when you were young. Where the devils danced and angels sung. Borrowed time, borrowed time... Show me a lie and tell me im fine. Give me a mirror, that reflects a glow. Of youthful beauty, and when time moved slow. Roll me your bones and commit me to rust.. Ashes to ashes. Dust into dust. "