In my head
she’s living, In my head
Of every thought that is caught in the webs of my consciousness
Every truth that exists within the boundaries of my reality.
It is that which describes the gaze of her eyes, That, and nothing more, living in my head.
A plague
A blessing,
So vague a message
That, and nothing more, living in my head
Perhaps, the truth will emerge in time
The endless dance with fate
Perhaps, I’d fall before the end of our climb
Probable with all this weight
Tis a fight I cannot win
Not unless I’m dead
A fight with the angel, living in my head
Breathing, singing
Prancing, dancing
Alive and living in my head
A feeling so correct
One I cannot neglect
Starting to slowly spread
What’s living in my head
I grow more fond of my captivity, Afterall, I am my own prison.
Captured in chains
By the one living in my head.
Bound by trust, fed by fate.
Free of lust in time-bound state.
The gates are open and I could have fled, The chains are fragile, I’m bound by thread.
I could break loose, I could run free,
But love is my captivity.
I love the thought of you, living in my head.
