I write for me |
Your heart lies where your mind tends to wander...
It's nights like these that my mind wanders to...
Your heart lies where your mind tends to wander...
It's nights like these that my mind wanders to...
Your voice is like a haunting melody;
recognition breaks the air...
Pains funny thing,
how it sneaks in and waits on the side-lines...
Grass. It sways with my hips.
A tickle on my skin...
Separate it from my chest,
throw it down, and do your best...