Listen, the world speaks,
But when do we really hear it?
I listen to music in a reality
That lives in my emotion,
But what about the place
Where I must continue?
My heart drops
Like the dew after sunrise
When I wake up from what is untrue
To most,
And I always live my days
With one foot in my head.
But when do we really hear it?
I listen to music in a reality
That lives in my emotion,
But what about the place
Where I must continue?
My heart drops
Like the dew after sunrise
When I wake up from what is untrue
To most,
And I always live my days
With one foot in my head.
Oh, that one is nice. I feel for it.
ReplyDeletethanks! this one I wrote with a purpose in mind :)
ReplyDelete"Foot in my head" I think that happens to me sometimes XD jk. I liked this a lot! :)
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