I'll go back on the things I believeAbandon all common sense and logical thoughtI'll hush the quiet voicesDrown them out with a soft melodyThe rushing and spinning around me slowsBecause when I'm standing there with you I don't hear all the noiseJust the sound of the rainEven my laughter is foreign to meMaybe you bring out the real meI like herShe gives freely and dances in the rainJumps in fountains and sings on the top of her lungsI'm only her with youAnd when you're gone the blurry fog returnsAnd the streaks of dizzy returnsAnd so my day just goes onI already miss the freedom you gave meYou'll be a hard act to follow, sir
I write… When the thoughts swirl too much in my head. Because I am afraid to say things out loud. When there is no one to listen. Because I hope one day you'll read my words. I write because I know no other way