It's like an IV stabbed and flowing through my veins, I need my music to survive
Some think i am overdramatic but my music determines my mood
I'll be sitting thinking of lyrics more than the tunes
When I haven't got my music I lay in a hospital bed
Waiting for a nurse to come and pump my veins full of the music that feeds my should
Some is good and some is bad either way it fuels me for the day
When i don't have music i have no breath
my music is like oxygen to me
I'm addicted and I'm addicted bad
Music is my life and it keeps me sane when it fills my veins
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Hour glass
PoetryPoetry of pain and hardships, you're never alone even though it may feel like it but time always runs out
