maybe it isn't what i wanted,
too rough, too childish.
the grain got in my way.
and yet-
it says what i wanted to say.
as long as i can hear your serenade,
i'm fine, i'll breathe.
the music's running in my veins.
so play-
i'll never throw your serenade away.
you're coursing through my thoughts,
i fight, i hate.
this music will never be mine to take.
and yet -
i hear you smile and see you sing, and know that i'm okay.
1 comment:
"i need that song, those trusty chords will pull me through." which is what matt skiba said anyway.
music is life.
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