Testo di Treaded Paths

I could easily, Write about These lonely nights Spent alone, Like every other bad writer. So spare me a minute of your time. I swear it will take me at least a lifetime To pour out What's... inside. Everything. Is only one button away. One entire... second. It's only... one... entire second. A self induced weight has been placed On the back of those who want To carry it. I wait, for, a glance. Anyone. Anyone? Repeated, over these fabricated lives Are words that only mean something In the context of my own dark head. Those eyes and withered body of yours Scream louder than any voice Could ever muster.