Music is my melody
My escape route.
Music is and always was
The only way out.
Music drowns my sorrows
Better than any drink could
Music knows how to comfort me
Better than any person would.
If I'm feeling exstatic
Or angry or mean
Music is the only way
That I can blow off steam.
Music is my melody
My escape route.
Music is and always was
The only way out.
Some people may cry
Some people may cut
But the only way for me to cope
Is to turn the volume all the way up.
Abuse hurts
Words hurt worse.
My escape is found
Within every rhythmic verse.
Music is my melody
My escape route.
Music is and always was
The only way out.
Some people die for the things they can't handle
Some people are scarred for what they cannot be
Sometimes we just need to believe in
The things we cannot see.
Listen closely and you might hear
The light rapping and tapping of joyful feet.
If you truly wish to escape
All you need is to get with the beat.
Music is my melody
My escape route.
Music is and always was
The only way out.
Music is my escape route.
The only way out.
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Random Poetry
PoesiaThis is just a collection of poems I write at random about random stuff. You can find my every emotion and feeling somewhere in these poems
