Lonely lagoon,
In you, I hear a tune of love...

A pen wobbles
at the edge of a wooden desk...

A pen wobbles
at the edge of a wooden desk...

Today this rose will bloom for you today
So watch attentively and please do so...

“There’s something in the shadows
a light so dim i see...

In an empty desk with a burning mesh,
wax drips like thorns...

Some days I’m a wilted flower
yearning for the clouds to rain upon me...

I made my journal a ghost
covered with blankets...

I made my journal a ghost
covered with blankets...

Settle, I thought it was settled with the ocean,
but the more I got deeper into its body of water...

Professor Cortese, with all due respect,
I bring my self to take more than one step...

Imagination, my dearest friend,
Ever since I met you when I was a child...