Music runs through my mind,
I sing along to the welcoming tune,
My distraction, My life
I escaping into the life I call my own.
I'm releasing my mind through sound of sorrow
This is what makes me live
I sing depressing songs,
I write depressing poetry,
I think depressing thoughts,
You think I am happy.
You are right,
for the most part.
or maybe you're compleatly wrong
You dicide
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment