It just hurts to much to explainjust writing down all the insanekeeping my self from the drainof life society to live out a stronglife with the contro..
The moon light shimmers on her face as I look upon her beauty ... Her soft voice enters through my ears and plays over and over in my mind ... though..
Another day moves alongAnother happy songWith nothing to do with my mood....I hear everything I need to hearBut nothing that composes to writeA melody..