In a strange way, each of the five songs on the album resonates with me at one point or another. This is how this piece is today. I think that this is what my next work will be based on. It remains to be decided how “traumatic” it should be, or whether it should have some meaning. Why don’t I have a clone? I know what I would do to myself, and it would be scary and beautiful at the same time. But I won’t be able to put makeup on my own face in the way I would like for this work. So..
“I keep running, running
Running from reality
I keep running, running
Running away
‘Cause you left this permanent damage
And now there’s nothing to salvage
In me, in me there’s just damage
If only I knew how to manage
This world wasn’t made for me”
Ps. The last few days the world really hasn’t been made for me. I’m trying to hold on..
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