The Place

Look around this place; try to see the eyes that see me Recognize a face or two Music to embrace, much about the sound that's stirring Filling in the space, the mood A subtle give and take, sharing pieces of expression Hear it creep in like a plague Thoughts you just can't shake, ring inside your head for hours And it's keeping you awake Look into myself; disregard the eyes that see me And I could use some help Hold on, hold on, hold on, Help is coming Conjure up a spell; weave it out of place and purpose So to open up the shell