3 a.m.

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My heart is my mind, I think this is why I'm an artist
And I promised my characters I won't let them fall
Unless they meet someone who makes the fall feel like flying
I listen music so loud, a beat to drown the thoughs, that loud that I can't think
So loud my worries for them dissapear
I Ieft them fall and broke them, I didn't mean to
Now they cry one after another, they're no longer lovers
They hate eachother, I'm a bad writer