Rough Draft... Michael Thinks its too Melodramatic

I Know Your Head Aches

Scream, cry, prick yourself and moan...
You'll never get home...
now lick your wounds.
... always alone, you'll never get home.

Off on a shadowed island unattached and bound
ever on and into nothing.
You are nothing where you are
your self and alone.
You, the cause, are not the solution.
You, the lonely, are not a home.
So flee on, and as fleeing
descend into void.