I love how your voice sounds and feels like melted butter which surrounds me and fill me from within.
Your words ring true for ill or good it’s what it is and that okay with me.
All your songs makes me want to cry and soar at the same time. I think it’s because the truth really does set you free.
Love, hate, pain, betrayal, happiness, bitterness, envy, ecstasy — all that encompasses our lives you lay it bare for all to feel yours and ours the same.
Your songs heals me and your voice uplifts me. I cannot stop listening to you. I’m enslaved by your voice.
When shall I be set free of this obsession of thee? Maybe never — and again, that’s alright with me.