Music fills my ears drowning out the thoughts inside my head
The beats louder than the beating of my heart
It fills me where the empty space has expanded within
Replacing the art of blades on my wrists
The thoughts of bullets in my brain
I dance feet move, my body waves and arms reach for the air
No one can see me
And this time that's okay
No one else matters
Its only the Rythmn and I
Some people take drugs to dance
I dance not to take drugs
Volume up, eyes closed I dance
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
Music fills my ears drowning out the thoughts inside my head
The beats louder than the beating of my heart
It fills me where the empty space has expanded within
Replacing the art of blades on my wrists
The thoughts of bullets in my brain
I dance feet move, my body waves and arms reach for the air
No one can see me
And this time that's okay
No one else matters
Its only the Rythmn and I
Some people take drugs to dance
I dance not to take drugs
Volume up, eyes closed I dance
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