It sings for my ears. But it talks to my heart. It shakes me by my fears. And shoots me like board of a dart.
It brings back all the memories. And wakes me up of things I can’t find. It’s not my happiness. Why I feel like I’m blind?
But I don’t want to stop this melancholy. Even though I am so trap. I’d rather burst totally. Instead of fooling myself by bluff.
Lyrics is heartache. Tune is heartbreak. My emotion is not fake. My mind is in earthquake.
It’s painful. It’s kinda tragic. It’s playful. The power of music.