♫♪On empty days when the white blank pages stare at your fractured life wondering who'd kill you now? You send the messenger marchin on to the end before the worst is gone forever. Heaven knows I am miserable now, sleep talkin' in the beautiful world asking the lucky man to marry the night because the burning in the skies is young forever and I can't hear the music anymore. Between the limes I sit praying to the B boy baby to teach me how to love while he adds, "talking to the moon won't help and someday you will be loved." You're still here... all your life..? ♫♪
^Wondering why the above does not make any sense? I'd have been surprised if it did. One of the many things about being home alone and bored at 3 am on a Friday night does is make one delusional. What has been written are titles of all the songs in my current playlist grouped by our very own conjunctions and pronouns and well basic English skills we all posses. To an extent.
So yeah. Its not a find-the-songs game; but if you do guess all I will, against all my life-rules, Marry you.
"I know that I know nothing." - Dude Socrates.