Oct 2012
The Music Has Stopped,
The Mist Starts To Settle,
It's Becoming A Thick Fog,
I'm Trapped,
Trapped In The Back Of My Very Own Mind,
I've Been Trapped In The State Of Thought.
I Can't See A Thing,
My Gaze Starts To Settle On A Vague Shadow,
I Move To Grab It But It's To Far,
My Feet Are Still But I Will Them On,
They Are Stuck In What Feels Like A Bed Of Tar.
This Is It,
This Is My Breakdown,
You Stopped The Music,
You Took My Sight,
You Took My Strength.
All I'm Left With Is Thought.
The Mist Starts To Settle,
It's Becoming A Thick Fog,
I'm Trapped,
Trapped In The Back Of My Very Own Mind,
I've Been Trapped In The State Of Thought.
I Can't See A Thing,
My Gaze Starts To Settle On A Vague Shadow,
I Move To Grab It But It's To Far,
My Feet Are Still But I Will Them On,
They Are Stuck In What Feels Like A Bed Of Tar.
This Is It,
This Is My Breakdown,
You Stopped The Music,
You Took My Sight,
You Took My Strength.
All I'm Left With Is Thought.
After People Constantly Harassing Me About Wearing My Headphones All The Time And Having The Constant Need For Music I Decided It Was Time To Tell The World My Truth. I Can't Live Without It, I Suffer From Manic Depression Which Was Controlled By Meds But I Found Music Which Seems To Have Suppressed It, There Are A Few People Out There That Have The Gift To Suppress My Thoughts As Well But Not Many, Thank You So Much For Listening To My Story.
