that was what i'd scribble on the walls of my padded room. i'm not sure what i'm doing, really. i'm kinda going blindly, but not so much as i wish. abyss. i love you as well you're heaven, i'm hell and i'll never tell you just how good it felt that night played me like an instrument i want to dance. without a tomorrow. drown in music, choke on sorrow, and maybe someday i'll be original, until then, i'll be missing you