Just get out of my head
If you don't, I'll collapse
Over and over again, this happens
In one day, out another
Yeah, it's kicking in once more
I'm going crazy here
Can you see that this is all
I've got that pulls me back
Every damn time, right to the start
To a time I want to forget
I have to forget
But I won't. Ever.
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.