There is method in the madness,
for the record there's a black mist fogging my judgement.
I'm Jogging my memory, making adjustments.
Flogging therapy wondering where the rush went...
It comes and it goes.
Like a run from the nose.
Sniff back, its numb when it snows.
A chemical romance like the pill.
Medically enhanced atleast until... the drug wears off.
Was it love?
A glimpse of forever in f
Getting so high just to fall, repeating moments.
Like de ja vu. I pray for you.
Let us feel what it is for more than a day or two.
They say he allready made a way for you.
Its all about choices, are ya skies grey or blue?
That choice isn't yours to make or do!
So take it as it is..