Maybe you're ****** jazzed when you find it,
maybe it grows on you,
maybe you wear it out but it makes you feel things,
and you go back to it when you need comforting.
The best music is the song you've worn out with love over the years,
the old favorite,
the one you appreciate
not for newness but for familiarity
and wonder

I knew when I picked up the hand I was dealt
That these feeling would be felt
Of pain and sadness
That engulfs you amidst your madness
But I took on that roll to support your heart
If not a moment later, it could have shattered apart
I hope as time progresses and fades
We can end this fallacy of a charade
You are stronger than what your heart believes in
I will pull out that strength that lies within
Because the hand that I was dealt to play
Is what I'm going to use to bring happiness your way