i'm making music to cry to,
something no one else will understand.
because it's not for you,
it's foreign land.
my rhythm, my style,
it's not worth your while.
it might be selfish,
but its my way to relish,
in my forgotten memories,
for my own rivers, my own seas,
i've no longer got anyone to appease,
this is my only expertise,
it's all for my cathartic release,
for me to come at ease,
because i'm making music to cry to,
i'll make you cry too.
