I adore grey troubadour, Sometimes I wonder why they need me at all? Grave robber, brave Robert, sometimes I wonder why I ever jumped in? I did not fall. They fell for me. They chose the fall. They followed me. I will rise, I stand with them. The grave digger's chant, we rise again. I … Continue reading The queen of 11 is here
I don’t know what you want from me. and I don’t know what your game or intention is. But you don’t scare me. You won’t scare me off. And you can pretend to be scary any everything but because I have a terrible imagination, you just look like whatever I want you to look like. … Continue reading To the woman with the eyes.
"Do you love me?" He asked. "I'm not going to write a song about it, if that's what you mean." She said.