Should I slip the mask
Back on, the one I
Pulled off those months
Before, where a smile
Could protect me
In an instant, and
A laugh was my shield
Because I'm done with
Being the vulnerable
Hearing these voices
Echoing through the air
All I want to do is
Hide, and know I won't
Be ever missed
So, is this the next move
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.