Slide the door shut
I don't want to be
Seen
Not like this, not
In such a frail
State of mind
I need a heart
Who'll care for
Me, no matter
What I do, I just
Want to feel loved
Not like I've
Been
In the past, and
Now, but I can
Only hope quietly
So please just
Close the damn
Fucking door
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.