Thoughts inside my head make my mind ache.
The silence that was once comforting now creates confusion.
What should I do?
What do I say?
Lying there looking at your picture on the wall.
I wish that I could give you my mind.
Give you my mind so you could read my thoughts.
Then I wish I could get inside your head.
Get inside and know every important thing about you.
All I ever want is to know how you work.
What make you who you are?
How do you respond to things?
What is it that you hold so dear inside?
I hold these things inside until I am gone.
Until I am gone and I fade away to my dreams.
