Filling the emptiness with
A song writers emotions
Listening to there music
Makes me feel things
like magic potions
Other people feeling sway my own
Letting there problems
knock me down like a skipping stone
Hitting the surface over and over
till it finally sinks in
Blasting songs about their life
Not letting mine begin
Tuning out my
Blowing my eardrums out
I have an excuse to not hear words and focus on the guitar strums
I dont mean to
I wanna hear you
I just find too comfort in their words
They talk about my issues
In voices that sound like birds
I'm sorry for not listening
For listening to my sad song
Focusing on things that go wrong
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Shout out to awfultune for always making me cryyyyy
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