You’re made up of these sad little songs,
musical notes are flying from the scales
directly into each and every atom of your body
you play them with the broken strings of your soul
you play them with the greatest pain one can bare
and I love them.
I listen to them with my veins
I let them get into my blood,
I let them get to the heart and then all over again
Through my body.
I love them, I love their pain, their lyrics
I love the way they hurt while they make me happy.
They will never be mine,
But I love them.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
You’re made up of these sad little songs,
musical notes are flying from the scales
directly into each and every atom of your body
you play them with the broken strings of your soul
you play them with the greatest pain one can bare
and I love them.
I listen to them with my veins
I let them get into my blood,
I let them get to the heart and then all over again
Through my body.
I love them, I love their pain, their lyrics
I love the way they hurt while they make me happy.
They will never be mine,
But I love them.
