I tore myself to pieces,
To find some piece of mind...
You forced me into having photos taken of me...
they had to be of me like that...
This is how I felt when
You stopped looking my way...
The train rolls on with no one aware,
over the boy with his dishevelled hair...
Sound unscrews spine of the universe.
I ran after her while she was crying...
Upon a horse
Death will ride...
The music singes my soul
but it doesn't burn me out...
Like notes on a piano,
Like songs, from the conch in her hand...
I remember you said life is a song
I wrote all those songs about us and the spring...
Voyeur's rage
I heard your moans through the wall...
The only one that could make a difference is caged...
Chained up within their own mind...
May I have your attention, please?
What I have to say perhaps shall matter...