in the corner of the universe
sits an old lady
who knits the endless fabric of time
and cannot remember how to finish it
In my heart, there's a monster.
In that monster, there's a heart.
i let all my fears
drain out of my ears
and soon i found myself drowning
Sometimes, she feels as if her head weighs 500 pounds.
It's a shame she has three of them.
They called it haunted.
She called it home.
My pen isn't out of ink
My mind is simply out of fuel.
or I was thinking it could be reversed and tell a completely different message: