Music has that ability to unleash the trappings inside me that I can't set free on my own.

Inspire and release me while triggering and twisting me into knots while you force me to see myself clearly.

You. Yes you.

The wound won't close if I keep picking at it

But I'm in love with my pain it would seem.

The one I mistake for your face and voice

It

I want you to know
I'm a mirrorball
I'll show you every version of yourself tonight
I'll get you out on the floor
Shimmering beautiful
And when I break it's in a million pieces

Hush
When no one is around, my dear
You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes
Spinning in my highest heels, love
Shining just for you
Hush
I know they said the end is near
But I'm still on my

“LABOUR” BY PARIS PALOMA

Why are you hanging on so tight
To the rope that I'm hanging from?
Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan)
Carefully timed it, so let me go
And dive into the waves below

Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables?
Emotional torture from the head of your high table
Who fetches the water from the rocky