all we get to know arise out of a source of nowhere a wounded place to hide that lives inside your mind god only knows... what else could I feat to show
the key to creativity is not a gift of time it depends on anyone in the course of time the sense of harmony - can it ease my mind?
words so alive like a picture from a dream of someone songs like a strike they seem so hard to find
god only knows...
to suffer is the key to creativity it's not the peace inside the source of melodies - can it ease my mind? it depends on anything spinning around my head
when I'm in between trial and failure when I'm in between false and right I'm waiting for inspiration from a soul of sanity another victim of the emptiness?
the key to creativity is not a gift of time the source of melodies - can it ease my mind? it depends on anyone spinning around my head