Emotionalism

She's fighting with the sky She thinks she can Livin' within a lie She thinks she can But nobody knows what lies behind The days before the day we die Die, die, die, die, die, die, die Die, die, die, die, die, die, die Die, die, die She puts her hand

I have been locked up in my house for some time now reading and writing, and reading and thinking searching for reasons, missing the seasons the autumn and the spring, the summer the snow The record wont stop and the record dont go lights just light,