This is a story of how one day, sitting pretty ugly in the room amidst a sun-struck day, I found myself to be very very mad (and I'm rarely mad).
The sun stood simmered, and I, somber in spirit as my head turned hard-boiled -- I was stuck in a humdrum of a droning schedule singing ever so slightly to me like bees caught in between the meshes of a screen door. This was the song.
Lyrics:
In the four corners of my mind, I can't hide
Planted many gardens to feel alive
And all the boys and all the girls know how to have fun
and when you're happy you know exactly what you want
Do you sleep anymore? (It's the question)
Did you fall in love with a dream? (Struck you like lightning?)
Wide awake, in our separate place
But I forgot what it was,
(what it was:) it wasn't that important.
Written, produced, edited by: yours truly