SHINEDOWN

This door holds so many secrets it has opened and closed with and without any regrets. It has remembered and forgotten so much history. I look outside its window, and I feel pleasure and pain. With tired eyes, they both feel quite the same and now, in the morning, the sun will come out with raindrops.

 I'm starting to need less and less sleep; my head is spinning with these open-ended dreams, and I'm too pretty to die, so I can not help but wonder if, during my last breath, they will call it death.

I look inside your eyes like a mirror and see my own reflection with no mention of love, beauty, or freedom. The cold of your stare and the warmth of your smile has me wanting to chase that mystery as I ride the dragon tale, hoping to find something lasting and real