The guitar string breaks
And so does the melody
Leaving the room
In an uncomfortable silence

they tell me how to live my life
and do you know the funny thing about that?
the funny thing is,
is that they don't know the nights
the reasons
that's lead to the bags under my eyes

I don't feel comfortable in
my own skin
so I wear the skin of others
to comfort my being

How do I learn from the darkness
That never unvailes
How do I raise my head
When Im already a shadow
How do I pick up the pieces
Hanging from the gallows
The mind stands still
And the water is
Forever too shallow
To dive.

I am all the magic I have ever needed.
I am this thinking, valid creature.
And while not every verse beckons
Itself to be the grestest.
It does desire to be sang.

Magic is poetry, it is the nature of the craft.
Words are cantations whick evoke emotion.
By my bedside, is my own spellbook.
I write whatever I wish to be and it is so.

That truth is as real as you believe it to be.
I bleed my own words, I suffer in their truth.
I become ecstatic, and at peace.
That is my serenity, my sleight of hand.
My magic, my fortune.

Mirror mirror on the wall
Am I broken
Am I about to fall
Tell me not to look away every time I see you
Because I can’t stand my reflection
I keep running away from it
While my shadow begs me to stop
So we can reunite
So I can fall asleep at night
So I can get up in the morning and fight
So I can look into you into my sight
I know one day it’s gonna be alright

On park benches next to the elderly wise
In the library where the University lies
At seminars hosted outside for free
Or lecture halls with Professors facing me
In all these lands
My mind expands
For,
I lean in to learn where wisdom won it's wreath
And come away with a sword that knows no sheath