In my head, I have a chaotic mind.
In my chest, a broken heart.
But aren't all these dark and broken things
the ones that inspire art?
The things I have inside me,
they can build storms and hurricanes.
You think that blood runs through me
but I hide madness in my veins.
My demons dance to the music,
my angels have loved to sing.
To you, it isn't melodic,
to me, it's a beautiful thing.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 2:23 AM UTC
In my head, I have a chaotic mind.
In my chest, a broken heart.
But aren't all these dark and broken things
the ones that inspire art?
The things I have inside me,
they can build storms and hurricanes.
You think that blood runs through me
but I hide madness in my veins.
My demons dance to the music,
my angels have loved to sing.
To you, it isn't melodic,
to me, it's a beautiful thing.
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