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I find listening to classical music helps me write.Then the room isn't quite but it's still music but with no words of course.Ugh I feel alone.No one listens to me. :[
Don’t tell me what goodbye holds.
There’s no need for explaining.
Can you see me now?
For what I really am.
I’m nothing you expected.
Crumbled chords and broken choruses.
I lie in the cracks of my dreams.
Please, please ,please say you believe in my misfortune.
That one day I will have all the riches in the world.
You say I have nothing to cry over.
You don’t even know what these tears hold.
My heart beats for no one.
If only I knew why.
A smug of black nail polish.
Sparkling green eyes.
Blonde hair blowing in the wind.
Lost in the world.
Just a dot on a map is where I live.
Don’t tell me what goodbye holds.
There’s no need for explaining.
Can you see me now?
For what I really am.
I’m nothing you expected.
Crumbled chords and broken choruses.
I lie in the cracks of my dreams.
Please, please ,please say you believe in my misfortune.
That one day I will have all the riches in the world.
You say I have nothing to cry over.
You don’t even know what these tears hold.
My heart beats for no one.
If only I knew why.
A smug of black nail polish.
Sparkling green eyes.
Blonde hair blowing in the wind.
Lost in the world.
Just a dot on a map is where I live.