Shalott

She’s locked up with a spinning wheel
She can’t recall what it’s like to feel
She says, “this rooms gonna be my grave,
And there’s no one who can save me”

She sits down to her coloured thread
She knows, lovers waking up in their beds
She says, “how long can I live this way
Is there no one I can pay to let me go”

‘cause I’m half sick of shadows
I want to see the sky
Everyone else can watch as the sun goes down
So why cant I

And its raining
And the star are falling from the sky
And the wind, I know its cold
I’ve been waiting
For the day I will surely die
And its here
And its here for I’ve been told
That I’ll die before I’m old
And the wind I know its cold

She looks up to the mirrored glass
She sees a handsome horse and a rider pass
She says that mans gonna be my death
‘Cause he’s all I ever wanted in my life

And I know he doesn’t know my name
And that all the girls are all the same to him
But I’ve still got to get out of this place
‘cause I don’t think I can face another night

Where I’m half sick of shadows
And I cant see the sky
Everyone else can watch as the tide comes in
So why cant I

And its raining
And the star are falling from the sky
And the wind, I know its cold
I’ve been waiting
For the day I will surely die
And its here
And its here for I’ve been told
That I’ll die before I’m old
And the wind I know its cold

But there’s willow trees
And little breezes, waves and walls and flowers
And there’s moonlight every single night
As I’m locked in these towered
So I’ll meet my death

But with my last breath
I’ll sing to him I love
And he’ll see my face in another place
And with that the glass above

Cracked into a million bits
And she cried out “so the story fits
But then I could’ve guess it all along
‘cause now some drama queen is ganna write song for me


She went down to her little boat
And she broke the chains and began to float away
And as the blood froze in her veins
She said “ well then that explains a thing or two”

Cause I know I’m the cursed one
I know I’m meant to die
Everyone else can watch as their dreams untie
So why cant I?

And its raining
And the star are falling from the sky
And the wind, I know its cold
I’ve been waiting
For the day I will surely die
And its here
And its here
And its here
And its here
And its here
And its finally here

And its raining
And the star are falling from the sky
And the wind, I know its cold
I’ve been waiting
For the day I will surely die
And its here
And its here for I’ve been told
That I’ll die before I’m old
And the wind I know its cold


I want an end to this terrible round and about. I want a solution to the riddle I've been forcing myself to ponder over. To love is madness, I'd say. To feel for one person, regardless of what's happened and to forgive unconditionally is to be in a word insane. I believe that there's a problem in my head... Something's going on inside there that's destroying my reasoning skills. I think to myself, "oh love, why are you crying?" only to reply "I don't know how to get what I need, and what I need is the only thing that I want..." Somehow I think that even the short dialog can explain the lack of sanity.. I was once told that if one speaks to oneself it is viewed as a sign of genius, and also a sign of madness. Whichever shall I choose? I want to be okay, but I feel myself slipping into a void again. My creativity hasn't been worse for ware... I've painted and drawn and written, creating and destroying, making and then tearing or burning down whatever is the result of the thoughts... I wish I had a more positive outlet. I need what I had back... I miss the warm embrace, the tender kisses, the thoughtful conversation... Why, if it was so good, can it not be something that is worth trying for? I think that it's something that's worth giving a shot... Seems to me that it's worth more than what's going on at the moment. I find it's got more substance and moxie than what's been observed to date... Ha, and I think what's been is better than what is. WAY better.