My keyboard makes music out of my tears
With ever fear I feel and every smile I bring
With the madness that takes me
With the rage I sing
Like she once said
It's not easy to read to them what's in my head
So we write it instead...
While we grip to our beds
I'm stuck okay,
I don't need to tell them how deep I'm in this
Rapid fire, dancing liars, a choir of fire
I couldn't get shyer, my pleas will be dire
With my sensitivity
My emotions exploding
My complicated thinking
My heart that's bleeding
You know what...fudge it
I try and I cry and I even ask why
But when does it matter
I know we all feel the weight...
But why do they diminish what makes my soul ache
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.
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.
.
But its okay
I don't have much else to say
I'm going to continue to play the silent game
I see no darkness
I hear no bitterness
I speak nothing heartless
Evil does not run me
Why let it run them?
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
My keyboard makes music out of my tears
With ever fear I feel and every smile I bring
With the madness that takes me
With the rage I sing
Like she once said
It's not easy to read to them what's in my head
So we write it instead...
While we grip to our beds
I'm stuck okay,
I don't need to tell them how deep I'm in this
Rapid fire, dancing liars, a choir of fire
I couldn't get shyer, my pleas will be dire
With my sensitivity
My emotions exploding
My complicated thinking
My heart that's bleeding
You know what...fudge it
I try and I cry and I even ask why
But when does it matter
I know we all feel the weight...
But why do they diminish what makes my soul ache
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
But its okay
I don't have much else to say
I'm going to continue to play the silent game
I see no darkness
I hear no bitterness
I speak nothing heartless
Evil does not run me
Why let it run them?