So I'm about to finalize a couple of  songs in this coming week.

For the most part they need to be heavily produced to rid noise and background hiss, but thats what I plan on doing for this week.

Things are getting better.
At the moment I'm very tired.
So I'll write more later.

So now you can't tell me the reason why.
I'm stuck here, and I have nothing to by,
Why Lie, when you already caught my attention,
Your lack of opression makes me putty in your hands,
And I still can't dream, and you make me believe.

_{baby, you make me sad.}