Sometimes you really want to question
Who exactly it is, you want to call your friend
Sometimes, when you disappear for a while
Who comes looking for you, those you treasure?
Sometimes it's those you least expect to miss you
Who are the ones to bother calling your number
Sometimes these events cause you to really think
Who ou want around you when you're in need
Never will you hear your "friend's" confessions
You can beg all you want, they'll remain shut till you end
Never think they'll talk, just know their lie
You should be able to recognise their error
Never rgret your decisions, both false and true
You will, one day, but don't let it get you under
Never was when you thought you might sink
You be careful, the day's coming when for help you'll plead
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.