There are days you need to know
Then those which mean nothing
Some help you grow
Most do nothing
Another where your heart you'll show
Still, nothing
What am I telling myself?
That I don't want to be reminded
Or the need to lose it all
Renews its grip on me
This shit doesn't even rhyme
Should I even bother?
Mind you, it saves me time
But I'll still write another
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.