What a shame we never saw never
Coming like a wave of every
Stored regret within, stuck
Behind the windows of your eyes
So for a while I've had this beat
Pushing itself around my head
It's heavy now, heavier in time
With the sound of misery
Because they always won't ever
Give you rhyme or reason to carry
Your mistakes with you, like luck
But they'll follow you like flies
Reminding you why you run in defeat
Leaving what you love for dead
It's almost like a crime
So just put me out of this misery
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.