I want to be alone. Sympathies wasted on my hollow shell. I feel there's nothing left to fight for. No reason for a cause.
Hold on...Hold on to yourself. This is going to hurt like hell.
The night is my companion, and solitude my guide.
I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Standing on the edge of something much too deep.
I write music all the time. When I talk about having writer's block, it's more to do with lyrics than anything else
You speak to me in riddles, you speak to me in rhymes, my body aches to breathe your breath, your word keeps me alive.