Where should I start. Disjointed heart. I've got no commitment. . To my own flesh and blood. Left all alone. Far from my home. . No one to hear me, to heal my ill heart, I.
In this desert. In darkness. Lying with the gun across his chest. Pretending. He's heartless. As the fire flashes in the sky. He was fragile. And frozen.
Nah, you don't know me. Lightning above and a fire below me. You cannot catch me, cannot hold me. You cannot stop, much less control me. When it rains, it pours, when the floodgates open brace your shores.