Pain.
Misery.
I'm useless.
I'm in pain.
I should off myself.
I should listen to my demons.
Right after this song...
Ah.
This song brings back memories.
She always knows what songs I like.
I'm sorry I'm not ready to tell you yet, but thanks.
And the bad thoughts went away.
Day after day...
She'd slip headphones onto my head.
Week after week...
I still never even notice when she does that.
Month after month...
How does she always know what song to put on for me?
Year after year...
This is a new one, I like the calm rhythm. A voice seeps in smoothly.
Today...
It's her voice.
I look towards her.
It's a love song.
