Short and choppy...I don't even know right now.
This doesn't really make sense.
Watch us burn
Monsters in my head
You take to the stage.
I dunno; it felt right (my pitiful attempt at lyrics or some shit -_-)
sometimes I feel like just putting all my titles as 'untitled'.
You disappeared, faded.
What is music?
is this a villanelle? could explain to me what i mean?
It seems that she has lost her way.
Just writing poetry