What lies on your dark side he asked
What lies on your dark side he asked. I replied, I don't have a control over my heart. Weaving dreams and reaching for things It is my enemy, tearing my sanity apart. Is there anything that cherishes you? He was curious It is my madness that levitates me, I said confidently Paying the rent to the body but living from the soul is the key But the wandering heart never listens, always a spoiled kid, I reply.