I could have prayed if I believed
Maybe I’ll Pray
Ghost Town
And looking back to all the emptiness I cognize I wanted you more. But not anymore.
Magnum opus
You can never please everybody.
LOST
It could be bleeding that I need – so that I can see the life within, And that time heals the wounds, but the scars remain, A reminder, A portrait, A lesson. A win.
I believed in my dream and in myself.
Inside the Muse's Purse 