She said she loved getting lost in the music
What no one realized was that she released the music from inside
And that it wasn't really music
It was her life
But to her it sounded like music
Though every drop of music that poured from her body
Took away parts of her life
She felt more and more alive
Because there is no fear that way
No pain that way
Everything is nothing
And nothing still amounts to nothing
But then he said,
'Existence has serious side effects.'
She didn't know what he meant
He didn't know what he meant
Then her music stopped
And she knew what he meant
Because she was the whispers that float in with the tides
And the stars that glow like a candle, though they have been long since blown out
And she was the thought that consumed everything in his mind
And she was also the white door with the brass handle.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
She said she loved getting lost in the music
What no one realized was that she released the music from inside
And that it wasn't really music
It was her life
But to her it sounded like music
Though every drop of music that poured from her body
Took away parts of her life
She felt more and more alive
Because there is no fear that way
No pain that way
Everything is nothing
And nothing still amounts to nothing
But then he said,
'Existence has serious side effects.'
She didn't know what he meant
He didn't know what he meant
Then her music stopped
And she knew what he meant
Because she was the whispers that float in with the tides
And the stars that glow like a candle, though they have been long since blown out
And she was the thought that consumed everything in his mind
And she was also the white door with the brass handle.
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