the writer and the victim of ones own fate
i dont know if its me your looking for
im not sure wether you want me around
but i hear your cries in the darkness, wether its my name or not that you scream out, i still long to see you, long to be freed from this gloom
i hope that is me that you call for, but i understand if it isnt, it wouldnt come as a big suprise anymore
this is your dream sweetheart, your nightmare, your fantasy
you are the main character, and the writer
just tell me how it ends and ill help you fill in the blank spots as best i can
save who you need to save, but only if it means saving yourself