Every night i have these appalling dreams and every day i sleep alone, and what if i don't find my heart in this town? what if i am on my own? we say that we love, but we stay on our own. you make me want to write masterpieces but you prevent me from doing so, you make me want to pen desperate novels but you prevent me from doing so, cause you would never be mine, so it would never be right, it wouldn't be art, you would never be mine, so it would never be right, it wouldn't be art, no, just torture. you make me want to write masterpieces but you prevent me from doing so, you make me want to pen desperate novels but you prevent me from doing so, and will it end right?.
