Even though around I would like to be, hey, I keep feeling this tread keeping up on my brain, but I want to send the darkness again.

Now I'm saying what I feel instead of think, I don't, I don't want to shape shift to fit another puzzle that I know I know I'll never solve.

It is never worth the trouble And that story lies to make me one the rip up the pages, believe me, love me or hate me.

Hey.