Thinkin’ Out With My Ink Pen
Leavin’ Traces Of Black
The Color Of The Night Sky
When The Sun Goes Down To Relax
And You Can Feel The Eerie
Touch Of The Breeze
That Makes You Hesitate Every Move You Make
And Shake At The Knees
I Freeze
In The Middle Of The Night
Just Thinkin’ About My Past
Where Shit Would Happen Unexpectedly
Stoppin’ Me In My Tracks
But That’s The Past
But That’s The Past
So I’ll Just Make The Best Of The Present
And Leave My Mind To Relax.