Music to my ears and headphones to my tears….


                                                I fear this is the only way that  
                                                you        can                   shut me
                                                up. Rhymes                   And
                                                rhythms   ,                          
                                                instead of
                                                confrenta-
                                                tions within
                                                them, i rather
                                                tune you out
                                                than let your
                                                garbage noise
                                                in. protecting
                                       my piece, dont care
                           if I miss your silly memories
                       and repeats."Good memories"
                   "Good moments”  I hear,  like they
                wont waste away and  dissappear
           anyways. At least this way I can close
        my eyes and travel myself to a dimensi-
     on, with bikinis, beats and tan lines, rookie
   good feelings and good finds.Not always the
     same, Sometimes a place of more piece,so-
        metimes a place where it doesn't always
           have to repeat. A place where I wouldn't
               have to daydream about escaping
                      social Pollution in defeat.

It
                                                    is so
                                                 difficult
                                          being in places
                                       after spending time
                                  with true treasure, liquid
                              silver. A buck’s worth market
                            bottle to the 15. 50 cinema sp-
                         ecial. Can’t wait to live rich without
                           drowning.Cold water feels warm
                             warm when your hand are fre-
                               ezing,too bad I’m stuck here
                                       until the end of the
                                                  season.

conditioned,
For silence is all anyone wants.
From fears to reality why do people project their feelings and most inner thoughts.
you lost me.
you lost me at heres why and I’ll try but I know
it's a lie it's a lie its a lie.
For why can't someone simply float alone, with ones own stones.
I wont do it, l wont take it, i wont break my self because you simply won’t or can’t take it.
I chose piece,
even though you faked it.