A song in my head from the past,
Singing itself before a wake for breakfast,
Jamming in my sleep not a blast.
Playing itself every morning inside,
Softening those days near sad,
Turning rage to a page to sight.
Lost in it's melody the confusion,
Inside my head without caution,
......
A song in my head from the past,
Singing itself before a wake for breakfast,
Jamming in my sleep not a blast.
Playing itself every morning inside,
Softening those days near sad,
Turning rage to a page to sight.
Lost in it's melody the confusion,
Inside my head without caution,
......