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Dear Me,
I want to say something that has been bothering my thoughts for the last couple of days. Years ago when I was starting my music life playing my Samick guitar with my 10 watt Ibanez Amp my brother decided to pick up the drums. He saved up some money and met my father halfway on a Percussion Plus drumset. A rather cheap set, but that didn't make a difference to him. He watched the videos that came with his set and practiced in the bonus room where he was living. He even attempted to show Maria a few things on them. I lived down the hallway in what is now Maria's room. Honestly I couldn't put up with the noise and everytime he practiced I'd go shut my door and shut his door and then eventually go in there and ask him to give it a rest. He never really got any play time because I'd always get annoyed by him. I wonder if it hadn't been for me - would my own brother have turned out to be a drummer? Did he give up something he wanted to do and enjoyed because of me? Did I do this to him? Cause him this?
I'm very serious.
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Racing on a faultline
Bracing for a landslide
Conscious of every move getting harder
Has the race gone underwater?
I keep stalling out; I just can't keep up
There's alarming doubt; am I good enough?
But you keep coming around to convince me
It's still far from over
We are still far,
we are still far
We are still far from over
I want to say something that has been bothering my thoughts for the last couple of days. Years ago when I was starting my music life playing my Samick guitar with my 10 watt Ibanez Amp my brother decided to pick up the drums. He saved up some money and met my father halfway on a Percussion Plus drumset. A rather cheap set, but that didn't make a difference to him. He watched the videos that came with his set and practiced in the bonus room where he was living. He even attempted to show Maria a few things on them. I lived down the hallway in what is now Maria's room. Honestly I couldn't put up with the noise and everytime he practiced I'd go shut my door and shut his door and then eventually go in there and ask him to give it a rest. He never really got any play time because I'd always get annoyed by him. I wonder if it hadn't been for me - would my own brother have turned out to be a drummer? Did he give up something he wanted to do and enjoyed because of me? Did I do this to him? Cause him this?
I'm very serious.
:\
Racing on a faultline
Bracing for a landslide
Conscious of every move getting harder
Has the race gone underwater?
I keep stalling out; I just can't keep up
There's alarming doubt; am I good enough?
But you keep coming around to convince me
It's still far from over
We are still far,
we are still far
We are still far from over