aint it obvious

evidently dont you think. its clearly stated. =.=

the heads too slow to succumb
the knees and limbs getting numb
and these words that tangles on my toungue
had a feeling the worst had come to sung
i had the dream a foolish one
a man in figure held a wand
casting a spell on me

was he bewitching?
or was it curses
i was on air the spell mustve been lifting
he kept on his verses
and i my heart exploded then

he made me feel indifferent
he made me better than whom i was
a tale to on depend
a grasping brass

but time seems to go as it fades
above all some things still in my head
burried in deep
made you cant you sleep
a feeling most likely to go
but only the heart knows
unfortunately for me
only my heart knows.