People say music is an escape from reality.
Yet why is it that every love song reminds me of you?
Of how in my moments of anger and pain you were my clarity?
Perhaps it's time I set a new rule..
The absence of music
The absence of sound
The absence of company
Just me
and I say to myself
No matter how rough,
I can handle myself well enough.
No way I'm gonna run back into your arms
Cause I know just too well it would do me harm.
Somehow don't ask me why
Everything sparks a memory within
And dancing on my face
would be my silly grin
which then dies when I realise
that the memory were my ties
all related to you
And I say to myself
" How Would I Live Without You "