The white noises inside my head,
the black roads inside my soul
You think it is your voice
I think they’re just toys.
Maybe I’m talking things without any sense,
to mess the mind and ease the heart
The truth is not behind a wall
and a key is not the last.
I tried to fix my words
but I really hate the rhyme.
My world is all I have
And these words.. they’re all I’ve got.
