Asphyxiate Melancholy Finding levels and shelves, Each of them having an over stock of unimportant data. That input being irrelevant, and rather subordinant. Punching left to right, Memories of eminent grim sorrow. As much of a banality as it sounds, I find it to be true. However, I have a memoir. A diary of happiness. Last updated two years ago. I even ask myself, "Has it really been that long?" Has it really been that long, Since I've at least felt the smallest of remote happiness? Time to pull out the dusty notebook, And write down upon the tan pages, That I've finally found my arising. You, as my love, may had just run into my life. But I also bumped into you, And sure enough without warning, My heart began warming. Never, will I be able to explain. How much you have surprised me, With the passion that you caress me with ever so remarkably. So, now, I end this song. However, this song will never end. Same with my love for you. So, no, I finish off, saying the truth, That you asphyxiate my melancholy!
Wow, I left you awestruck? That's amazing, really. But anyways, thanks. That really made me happy that this song was successful. Even if I only have some critique so far.
