I don't want to talk about it I just want to cry until the hurt is gone Leave me here bleeding on the floor With the all consuming doubt I don't want to relive that week
Clock stop. Heart broke. Life in suspension motion. History rewrites and plays out Before my eyes. Unstoppable force, coerced by Indecisive nature, Concludes reproduction is the answer.
At least this one is better than the last Love enthralled and Enchanted I lost myself. The childlike sound of a Xylophone resonates and stirs memories [And stirs emotions, Childish