I Wrote about You,

I Wrote about You.

Two things that make me happy.

But you said you didn't like words,

 And how they flow, and dance.

 

Well I don't like the way the darkness flows

And dances through my mind,

Because I can't be alone.

I've always thought everything changed after dark.

Even the most familiar places become someplace else.

But there is only one place inside my head.

It is always dark,

and I am always alone.

I still wish to be with you,

If only you could understand,

That words keep away the dark,

as much as you do.