Title: Collateral Damage

Look at all the things I've been
All the cities I have seen
I was a soldier, I loved to smile
I drove the tank, I loved each smile
I never had my helmet on
The ambiguity, the fear was gone


And now she lost it all
She's lost in the fall
She's drowning in her dress
She's lost in her mess


I never saw the danger zone
And I didn't want to be unknown
The damage was collateral
The psyche is bilateral

And now she lost it all

She's lost in the fall

She's drowning in her dress

She's lost in her mess

I wanted to be everything

She came along, I had nothing

And now she lost it all

She's lost in the fall

She's drowning in her dress

She's lost in her mess

I've never been the musician. But now I'm poking around, leaving the box and thinking outside it. And I like this view, too. Again, I hear my character talking, whispering the lyrics in my ear. By writing music about my character - or by letting my character write music through me - I'm getting to know her better. 

Then again, my character is taking over my life. She loves attention, she wants to become my priority. Casually. She has something hypnotizing about her. It might be her confidence, or her spontaneity. Whatever the case may be, I have a feeling that I will have to fight for my rights. I still have duties of my own, and usually I'm used to giving them up for others, but now I have to hold on to me.