Really missing the sound of music.
silence and chaos. Try to confuse it.
my fragile mind slowly unwinds,
but these persistent memories leave sanity confined.
locked up and bound, not to make a single sound.
my grip on reality is lost, when solitude is finally found.
cannot be alone with my unceasing questions,
because to me they're as good as weapons.
constantly trying to make the right choice,
without having to learn the lesson.
but that was never the case.
wrong time, wrong place.
I don't make a run for it
cause I love the thrill of the chase.
freedom is a necessity,
and I won't put it in jeopardy,
just because if I don't,
all my friends will think less of me.
i make my own choice,
because i have my own voice.
I can speak for myself.
I don't speak for my health.
