It passed as an unusual addiction, a habit, Asking you to stay briskly. You poured It passed as an unusual addiction, a habit, Asking you to stay briskly. ...

And inside me, there lies a poor soul; Waiting for your love, to fill its heart's hole And inside me, there lies a poor soul; Waiting for your love, to fill its hea...

Fiction cannot be a profession. Fiction cannot be a profession.

Have you ever looked up at the sky Waiting for a meteor to come speeding towards you? Have you ever looked up at the sky Waiting for a meteor to come speeding tow...

Then came the book, a creation that Blew the rockets out of my mind I flipped from page to page Then came the book, a creation that Blew the rockets out of my mind I flipped ...

Ruthless reality chases me, So in fiction I hide. Ruthless reality chases me, So in fiction I hide.