Chapter 540
Pretty Little Head
Inside a pretty little head
The mind is a maze
Once you look inside of it
It becomes a daze
There are many things
To ponder and think about
Some we can whisper
Others we may shout
If there is a beginning
There must be an end
Are we part of the equation
Or do we only pretend
Can anyone hear us
Do they even care
We try and reach out
Is it so wrong to share
When our time is up
We all end up dead
Maybe someone will remember
The voice from a pretty little head
Nobody
