Bluetooth: Connected
Volume: LOUD
Genre: Rock
Press Play.
Passion, anger, rage, yearning
All of which I thought were wrong
Now within my mind they're swirling
The simple cause being only a song
What I hide in my depths
Somehow they share
Artists who feel my breaths
Who sing what I cannot bear
It's like they've plugged into my brain
Providing comfort, understanding
A release valve for my tank of pain
And my adrenaline commanding
Others call it stressful noise
They don't feel it like I do
All I hear is a familiar voice
Which it my soul breaks through
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
Bluetooth: Connected
Volume: LOUD
Genre: Rock
Press Play.
Passion, anger, rage, yearning
All of which I thought were wrong
Now within my mind they're swirling
The simple cause being only a song
What I hide in my depths
Somehow they share
Artists who feel my breaths
Who sing what I cannot bear
It's like they've plugged into my brain
Providing comfort, understanding
A release valve for my tank of pain
And my adrenaline commanding
Others call it stressful noise
They don't feel it like I do
All I hear is a familiar voice
Which it my soul breaks through
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