the music page

a means of escape, that space in between heaven and earth.
music means quite alot to me, it is truly the sweetest sound.
procede to fall between the cavity and daze..





gotta grudge, gotta grudge
gotta grudge that i'm holding
for as long as i live
'cause you lied, you lied
you lied to my face
and that's something that i can't forgive

people like you just fuel my fire



nothing here belongs
noone here is on my side
nothing here is mine




in a crowded world, i looked for you
through a sea of people
how can you sleep
when you've worked so hard?
how can you sleep?
how can you sleep?