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Breakdown When the whirlwind of noise surrounds & get intense, and when words can´t hide their anger or intent. I feel it in my bones & in my head, can´t make sense of what is said. Ready for the take down, headed for a breakdown. Fear has me backed against these walls that I follow & pace. Time moves in & out of phase of everything that I face. I feel it in my bones they rattle & shake, can´t find a trace of what it takes to stop this take down. Can´t stop this breakdown! Welcome to my scene. A place that is in-between where squares fit the round. Some affectionately call it ... my breakdown.... When I feel the pressure mounting & my hands begin to clutch, I reach my limit of pain & I have had enough. It feels good to pound on tables & chairs & feel the frenzy start to wear. Breakdown this take down, have got to stop this breakdown. Welcome to my scene. A place that is in-between where squares fit the round. It will never be, never be more than this. Never.