My thoughts are probably distrubted amongst definition,
I see so many things but what to say is my decision,
The notes I think up, memorize are energized,
And when I listen to music I'm feeling alive,
When I'm laying alone it's "Can I lay by your side"
And when I feeling a certain way it's "I gone ride"
And I'm thinking about monsters inside,
So "I'm friends with the monsters inside of my head"
"Please, please forgive me but I won't be home again"
"How long has this been going on"
And I'm just in my own world,
Makes my thoughts and inners warm,
They build me up make up who I am,
And by who I truly don't give a damn,
Music a truly proversed language,
I love hearing people sing,
It brings out so many things,
Like "how do I live? How do I breathe? When you're not hear I'm suffocating"
Sounds of silent are the sound of violence,
The songs keep building up i swear it,
I'm not one to decieve or lie,
I see myself as a good guy,
That's why "everytime you hurt me the less that I cry,
And everytime they leave me the quicker these tears dry"
I'm entering beast mode like B.O.B,
I'm like Blackbear with the Do Re Mi,
I'm like Joel Adams with the Please,
Don't go,
It's such a dramatic flow,
Like James Arthur "Say You Won't Let Go"
"Don't get to close, It's Dark Inside"
"My Milksh- hell no that won won't shine,
"Stand in the light and be seen as we are"
If you let something go and it loves you it won't go far,
But music is something given to all,
It can't leave there's nowhere to go,
So that's simply impossible to "Let It Go"
I walk through the hallways singing " In the jungle the mighty jungle the lion sleeps tonight"
I open a door and I'm singing "So hello from the other side"
When I'm in my feelings it's "come back to me"
From Star,
If I'm feeling Disney at the time,
I'm watching Let It Shine,
"Cause you don't have the guts to tell us who you really are
So you can keep a trophy that you don't deserve
I might be a bus boy, but you just got served"
My range of music is diverse,
I'm a weird one indeed,
All these artists and then there's me,
The viewer of the people that shove music into my brain,
"I'm only one call away"
"A little unsteady"
And yet I'm ready,
The millions and millions of songs that go through my head,
Some songs about the living some songs about the dead,
People say music today is all dead,
Well I say you haven't lived today yet.
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Words Of A Mircale
PoetryThese are the songs of my life, From blades that cut through my words, To a lifestyle that leaves the most brutal burns, Feel my presence exclusively from my fingers to the screen, I hope to get a few "I felt that" Hear the voice of each phrase, Hea...
