the feeling of not belonging-
it is monsterous.
you are angry,
you are sad,
a feeling of imperfection-
creeping up on you
like a steel knife.
you let yourself suffer,
and you forced your
mouth shut.
they recalled all your stupid flaws,
but still you kept to yourself.
and after the day was over,
just sitting alone on the bus-
a dose of happiness was a must.
a line from Attila,
a chorus of Chelsea Grin,
you did what was necessary
to forget.
a bit of Paramore to relax,
some 'fuck you's' from
Oliver Sykes;
all you wanted was some peace.
sweet relief of Amity,
an echo that said 'darling, you'll be
okay',
suddenly you felt the world slip away.
All Time Low on high,
some Get Scared to wash away
the taste,
you were looking for an escape.
so suddenly, Crown The Empire's
on repeat,
Sleeping With Siren's up next.
Fall Out Boy lyrics on the tip of
you tongue,
and Oh Well, Oh Well to erase the
hurt.
whispering Three Days Grace
at the top of your lungs,
replaying Issues once,
replaying Of Mice & Men twice,
all the worries left your mind.
Blink's got you on the verge of tears,
Nirvana's burning you inside.
Boulevard Of Broken Dreams is
really helping,
and FIR makes you want to grin.
finally, it was Bless The Fall that
sent you to sleep;
lullaby-lyrics of A Day To Remember,
and the soft version of Amnesia...
...music just helps you feel....
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