Stay away, away, away
Hide the sun
I will leave your face out of my mind
You should save your eyes
A thousand voices howling in my head
Speak in tongues
I don't even recognize your face
Mirror on the wall
Tell me all the ways to stay away, away, away
And stay away, away, away
Dig a hole
Fireworks exploding in my hands
If I could paint the sky
Well all the stars would shine a bloody red
Stay away, away, away
And stay away, away, away
And stay away (I'm hearing voices all the time up in my mind)
(I'm hearing voices and they're haunting my mind)
And stay away (I'm hearing voices all the time in my mind)
(I'm hearing voices and they're haunting my mind)
Black out days
I don't recognize you anymore

3am Thoughts

This song from midnight sun is stuck in my head and it's like so relatable... 

I have little trouble walking
In directions I don't know of
And I'm walking
And I'm walking blind

'Cause I have seen a thousand things
A thousand minds and what they bring
To this world and to this home
But where I stand, well I don't know
And people come and people go
People I will never know
But if I did and if I could
I'd wonder when and where they stood

'Cause I have seen a thousand things
A thousand minds and what they bring
To this world and to this home
But where I stand, well I don't know


💕💕💕

Life

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Celebration

When we're out in a crowd
Laughing loud and nobody knows why
When we're lost at a club, getting drunk
And you give me that smile
Going home in the back of a car
And you hand touches mine
When we're done making love
And you look up and give me those eyes
'Cause all of the small things that you do
Are what remind me why I fell for you
And when we're apart, and I'm missing you
I close my eyes and all I see is you
And the small things you do
When you call me at night
While you're out getting high with your friends
Every "hi", every "bye", every "I love you" you've ever said
'Cause all of the small things that you do
Are what remind me why I fell for you
And when we're apart, and I'm missing you
I close my eyes and all I see is you
And the small things you do
When we're done making love
And you look up and give me those eyes
'Cause all of the small things that you do
Are what remind me why I fell for you
And when we're apart, and I'm missing you
I close my eyes and all I see is you
And all i see is you
And the small things you do
All the small things you do

Someday , but few things connect 
PS 

As I share my feeling here, there is same everyone is saying that engage yourself in something. I do my studies assignment well but I'm trying to reconnect with doing what I used to like when i feel low usually i start dancing ... I'm trying🥺 
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When at night
Your toes touch mine
I'll sing you to sleep
If you were mine to keep
I wish i could leave you my love
But my heart, is a mess...

Lonely

They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown

The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town

Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance

One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants

And the riot squad they're restless, they need somewhere to go

As Lady and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one, " she smiles

And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style

And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"

And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"

And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go

Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to hide

The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things inside

All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love or else expecting rain

And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show

He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row

Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid

On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid

To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest

Her profession's her religion, her sin is her lifelessness

And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow

She spends her time peeking into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk

Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk

Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette

And he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet

You would not think to look at him, but he was famous long ago

For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row

Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup

But all his sexless patients, they're trying to blow it up

Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole

And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"

They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow

If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast

The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest

They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured

Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words

And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"


Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row"

At midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew

Come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do

Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine

Is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene

Is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go

Check to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn

Everybody's shouting, "Which side are you on?!"

And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower

While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers

Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow

And nobody has to think too much about Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke

When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke

All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, they're quite lame

I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another name

Right now, I can't read too good, don't send me no more letters no

Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row


Music

So I cross my heart, and I hope to die
That I'll only stay with you one more night

Dance on ^Perfect^.. is it too much to ask?🥺

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