Maybe I have been here before, I know this room; I have walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory march, it's a cold and its a broken Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know whats really going on below, but now you never show it to me, do you? (and)
Remember when I moved in you; the holy dark was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above, and all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And its not a cry you can hear at night, its not somebody who's seen the light, its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah

My life has suddenly made me realise, no one is free from stress or hardship... the hardships I am facing right now,
- Uncle Has Cancer
- My father being back
- My heart's confusion
- My cousin in rehab....
- Searching for my brother.
- Rumors that are very hurtful and need to stop.

I am trying really hard to stay on top of everything, and not give up, and continue to draw. But, everything I draw isn't as good as it used to be and, to top that off, is kind of disturbing,
I am taking a brief hiatus to