But if I go mad, no one will know it. I won't let it be seen. 'Cause I don't want you to be sad for me. (1)
If you give up on me now. I'll be gutted like I've never been before. Even though I might, even though I try. I can't. (1)
Before you run away from me. Before you’re lost between the notes. The beat goes round and round. (1)
Waking up in the fog, the dust and the pain. And of the sunny days no traces remain.How could you be the one if you sail away. Without you I can’t stand the sound of the rain. (1)
And I'm a writer, writer of fictions. I am the heart that you call home. And I've written pages upon pages. Trying to rid you from my bones. (1)
