I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Standing on the edge of something much too deep.
You made my world stand still, and in that stillness, there was a freedom I never felt before.
I threw bitter tears at the ocean, but all that came back was the tide.
It's a very romantic sentiment, but to think that you would die if you didn't write, well, I would definitely choose to not write and live
It was overwhelmingly beautiful to see my music performed.
Cause I rely on my illusions, to keep me warm at night. I've denied in my capacity to love, and I am willing to give up this fight