I'm not what one would go looking for, I'm not one who gets sought. I'm not someone you can categorize, I'm not like anyone you've ever fought. I know the art of masquerade, for that i've mastered well. It is the only way I can live this life, my guilt is too near to dwell.
why is shelly right?
“our happiest songs are those that tell of the saddest thoughts”
you would not it the best
somehow the deepest pains serve as the best of muses.