“the misconception of a dying star”
I’m well in doubt
I still let the water run through
Ecstatic, then I’m paralyzed by other moods
It’s the consequence
A mural of an outer sense
Understanding depth and clarity in other prospects…
What is wrong with me?
Why did this go wrong?
The ballad in these words as I come along
My feelings aren’t mutual
Despite being spiritual
To venture out the pieces that don’t belong
Like I said I’ve been well in doubt
Please, just don’t count me out
Immortalized in your heart, there’s no selling out
No, there’s no selling out
The strangers they talked about
Obstructive in its nature but it’s the beauty we found