it's noise.
it's bustles and white sounds and orchestras of screams
it's sentences without periods and angry machines
it's nothing romantic it's like a busy road
while you're stuck in traffic trying to reach home
but home is a construction you never wanted to lease
now the sounds are louder as you're crying for peace
a never ending cycle of static on your radio
you get it unplugged but it still leaves an echo
so you run to a person to someone you believe
you tell them about your day, about those angry machines
but they turn on the television, give a frown and you stop
while your heart breaks in front of them and all they say was
"grow up."
you listen to the static, and the tv and his voice
and you listen to the screams and the sounds without choice
so I tell you this now and I tell you with poise
run away from anxiety cause hell, it's a whole lot of noise.
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
it's noise.
it's bustles and white sounds and orchestras of screams
it's sentences without periods and angry machines
it's nothing romantic it's like a busy road
while you're stuck in traffic trying to reach home
but home is a construction you never wanted to lease
now the sounds are louder as you're crying for peace
a never ending cycle of static on your radio
you get it unplugged but it still leaves an echo
so you run to a person to someone you believe
you tell them about your day, about those angry machines
but they turn on the television, give a frown and you stop
while your heart breaks in front of them and all they say was
"grow up."
you listen to the static, and the tv and his voice
and you listen to the screams and the sounds without choice
so I tell you this now and I tell you with poise
run away from anxiety cause hell, it's a whole lot of noise.
But if its all in your head how can you run away from it?!!!?? help and theraphy wanted
