Of babblings and musings.

Wrong places
Wrong faces
Staring at me now
Staring at me now

Dirty glazes
Dirty spaces
Is killing me now
Killin’ me now

You think you’re alive
But you’re livin’ a lie
You cease to exist
The moment you die

So do what you can
Say what you’ll do
Nobody’s seeing that it’s carried by you
If you got to lose
It’s your right to choose
To hold on tight
Or bind it loose

The star is staring at ya
What you gonna do?
What you gonna do?
Give faith a try, ya just might be amused
Nobody’s accused
Nobody’s accused

Do what you can
Say what you’ll do
Nobody’s seeing that it’s carried by you
If you got to lose
It’s your right to choose
To hold on tight
Or bind it loose

-Enling