Trapped in the past and staring at scars. This physical pain won't last but the pain on my heart? Well that's another story. One where there is no glory.
I dream of tomorrow and the end of today. I dream that soon it'll a go away. What's here as a moment will be a memory in the end. When the time passes, I'll write it in a letter and then I'll send.
These days I'm an open book. With a story to tell and a decent right hook. Sweet to the bone and feisty to the core. Don't underestimate the body for what the mind has in store.
Lyrically speaking I'm talented with words, but speaking out loud I can't be heard. The mind gets quiet and heart beats like drums. I'm everywhere and nowhere and the loudness becomes nothing but a hum.