M@nuScr1pt

I built a house for love to grow I was so young that it was hard to know I'm as lost now as I was back then Always make a mess of everything It's about time that I face myself All I do is bleed into someone else Painting walls with all my secret tears Filling rooms with all my hopes and fears The first time I heard this song, I was mesmerised. I've been sitting on this blogpost for a while and didn't know how to approach this particular piece. How could a song capture feelings that I haven't felt that I could confront for myself? The power of music, when lyrics can transport you to places that you don't want to go, but need to be; that's when you know you are where you are meant to be. What do you know when you're young when you think you're building a place for love to grow - but you lose sight of that growth? Maybe we are constantly meant to make a mess of everything, because isn't mess all relative anyway? Be careful of the places where you bl...