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These wounds won' be shown,
The bruises won't make themselves known.
I'm drowning in these melodies
And you won't ever hear me,
You would never guess,
This is the pain I cherish.
The moment the music hits,
The way it holds my head underwater,
The way it makes my throat burn as I scream,
You'll never know the pain it gives me,
The pleasure that it causes me.
This melody that threatens my ears,
Is my Novocain against your dulcet voice.
These mantras are my strengths,
These choruses are my weakness,
The voices of the unfamiliar,
Take shape of all these adverse truths;
Gives every doubt,
Every insecurity,
I've locked away inside me,
Gives them a shape,
Gives them a definition,
Gives them a body.
Creates a song.