And I sing and sing of awful things, the pleasure that my sadness brings as my fingers press onto the strings, in yet another clumsy chord
Haligh, haligh, an awful lie, this weight would now be satisfied, I’m gonna give you only one reply..I know not who I am
But I talk in the mirror, to the stranger that appears..our conversations are circles
always one sided, nothing is clear
Except we keep coming back, to this meaning that I lack. He says, the choices were given, now you must live them, or just not live. But do you want that?
