You're not special, only a spectical.......

Keeping secrets from the world as it continues to confuse and alude me.

This place I'm in is like a drug. I must admit, I'm an addict. Book the room, rehab here I come.

Took a (de)tour and ended up getting lost in you. Will this nonsense ever really be through.

Refusing to say the one thing I never could, but knowing I need to admit.

I'm (a)lone(ly)


They say the press wants answers. I say don't we all.

Life is not about finding yourself. It's about creating what you can be.

How can I give this up.

Let's call a truce.
I'm not giving in.
Consider this my refuge.
As you continue in recluse.

uncle