You ask what's my muse?
Well how about you choose...

I want to say
But I can not...

I don't care what anyone says
I love these craze filled days...

Everyday I wake up to the same sky
Wishing one day those clouds will pass by...

It's four o'clock on Friday morning
The snow is falling softly, covering the street...

I'm so sorry that I let you down
I just didn't want to be standing around...

I'm falling through a haze
Onto a soft concrete pavement...

I walk through the hall every minute
Just to see if you are in it...

Legends and myths will never die out
But one thing that will never get a shout...

I slowly fade away
I look down at my face...

Feel the dark
A glistening eye...

The girl with the crimson hair
I can't help but stare...