How sad is it when a writer cannot write,
a singer cannot sing,
a dancer cannot dance.
words, melodies, rythms, are all in my head,
then it comes along
BAM! the music is dead,
all of a sudden the fiercest dread,
the strongest depression,
weigh on my worn out chest; opression.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:08 AM UTC
How sad is it when a writer cannot write,
a singer cannot sing,
a dancer cannot dance.
words, melodies, rythms, are all in my head,
then it comes along
BAM! the music is dead,
all of a sudden the fiercest dread,
the strongest depression,
weigh on my worn out chest; opression.
09-12-12 I just found it! Probably needs editing, oh well.
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