Panic-stricken melodies escape your shaking lips
Moving through eternities of other people's grips
Penning every note like it were your only bread
Seasoned with the salt that has fallen from your head
I am but a song that society can't sing
A tune within a key that is carried on a string
Tie me up in knots, I may choke but I will live
For I am not in ******* like the ones who can't forgive
I might exude frustration when I try to hide my pain
But even in my weakness I can drink impartial rain
It falls upon the earth, though we may not all deserve
The world that it restores in its travels far, to serve
And thus I have decided, though my clef may not align
Write instead upon every bone along my spine
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 8:25 AM UTC
Panic-stricken melodies escape your shaking lips
Moving through eternities of other people's grips
Penning every note like it were your only bread
Seasoned with the salt that has fallen from your head
I am but a song that society can't sing
A tune within a key that is carried on a string
Tie me up in knots, I may choke but I will live
For I am not in ******* like the ones who can't forgive
I might exude frustration when I try to hide my pain
But even in my weakness I can drink impartial rain
It falls upon the earth, though we may not all deserve
The world that it restores in its travels far, to serve
And thus I have decided, though my clef may not align
Write instead upon every bone along my spine
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