headstrings

the music singes my soul
but it doesnt burn me out
burn me out now
im so lost inside my head

just like the words
that beg for wings
and wish to fly away
but these headstrings
wind them tight
and trapped they remain

and dead flowers slip into my head
and its raining inside
its like the summer song
that melts the winter away
and its always raining

but it doesnt wash me out..
wash away the fragments
of the me i've never seen..
of the me i've always been..
im so lost inside my head

the dead flowers smell of rain
the summer and the pain
the snowflakes and the clouds
and the music
are all illusions
are they illusions?

and they spin along
with my head
i dont like this roundabout

wash me over
burn me out
just let me down this roundabout
and i will never try
to step into the mirror
and i wont ever
try to look at me again

i wish i could just
let all the words fly away
with pieces of myself
i never found

but these headstrings
wind them tight
and keep them trapped.