running this town above the titanic

come back, come back, she screamed quietly in the middle of the fallen remedy of titanics destruction, her life was on a crisp wafer of water, completed by the magnitude of trauma, icebergs had crucified her heart, and blizards of sharp pain created her new future, where was she to go, who was she to become, come back come back, amidst the frozen dreams , the shattered tears, she screamed for help, don't consume me here,

come back come back, partlicles of words she wanted to be saved, not here , not now, not like this

come back come back -

I live my life now paused in the shadows of a future I cannot understand,

please follow the leader for running this town is not easy,

loving a dangerous theme, lusting a true dream, the words blurt sanity on the border of my home and this flat, merging through the communication of a landline - of my bodies intentions and commitments with the only thing that is on my mind - to respond to the goodness in life -

seesaws break with the imbalance of dancing things and subways run crazy time to their destination - the passages of a blissful arena in the middle of a small citys ocean - the picture stands victory within the whistles of her passion, her desire, her tired eyes.

we are, we are, similiar in the existence to survive, I might be dry I may be winning ,

but I am in a game, losing is fair

losing is a dare

daring her wishes to blast through the midnight tremble above the ruins, she saved them from drowning

but she couldnt save him from dying

walking tall against the rain

the pain

this the life that everybody ask for

but i made mistakes to get here

the drama that i do bring

the shivers that do sting

this urban life is king

but i am not master of her misery