There's that feeling
You're the one not wanted
"Two's company, three's a crowd"?
What trash, pure utter trash
The crowd only happens
When you try to join a unit
You're the one not wanted
That spare piece of puzzle
Individually, they're not so bad
As a whole, well things change
You're the one not wanted
Maybe you should go off
Just make your own damn group
A crew for your very own
No one likes the feeling
Of being alone in a crowded room
No one.
[Can I join in?]
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.