the story no longer matters

i gave this one a little adjustment and couldn't decide which version i liked best...so it became a safe and warm mix...

perhaps because my heart lies broken...once again...

the story no longer matters

because things went wrong and i don't know how to fix it...so i wrote this...

just feeling VERY let down and abandoned by someone i never thought would do that to me...i've lost my guiding light...

something delicate that isn't all that delicate...this is where my mind goes sometimes...

written with someone in mind...the idea came from watching a film...so it comes together in three parts almost...

just experimenting around...

no story to tell...

heard the words and had an idea for a song...random things sometimes make for the best songs...

something a little jarring at times...experimenting around, something i like to do...i suppose the red death is love in some instances...and this is my march to it...it does remind me (not musically) of mask of the red death by crimson glory…

just wanted to do something weird...and was looking for a completely different word in the dictionary...

i find myself wondering if you can watch yourself for suicide.........

everything is agony when you're in pain...

sometimes people say what you don't want to hear...

if it has to be goodbye...

sometimes you hear people though they are no where around...

from the moment he knew, things changed...

you have to find the strength to carry on or leave...and sometimes that choice gets harder everyday