claustrauphia

it all begin like poetry , magical and all i saw wore fireworks
little did i knew that hearts can break but  you show me  that best art is made in pain
there a fine line between love and madness but you made me feel special , magical
like one of those character in potter books and i like how you see beyond looks
you look inside my brain instead and drag out the knowleage i didnt thought i had
how you beside my condition because i dont like it , how i lose friends because of fit
but meeting you was a euporia and i had wore a bit trapped in claustrauphia
because you came along , everywhere , in song , radio , stereo , internet and disco
but now everything well and i know how to deal with something that is a big deal