Words transport to another level,
Music takes me even higher,
Shocks me like a live wire
As if it speaks for the words,
By itself.
And the constant reminder is by myself,
As I listen to what is, was, and what would like to be done,
To some girl who has been given the promise,
That she won’t ever be alone.
Sweet is the thought that takes over me,
Only cause I have yet to see it done for me.
But do I actually want the regurgitated,
Restated, recited,
Lines that once ignited someone else’s flame,
And gained the name of ‘Our song’?
Music takes me even higher,
Shocks me like a live wire
As if it speaks for the words,
By itself.
And the constant reminder is by myself,
As I listen to what is, was, and what would like to be done,
To some girl who has been given the promise,
That she won’t ever be alone.
Sweet is the thought that takes over me,
Only cause I have yet to see it done for me.
But do I actually want the regurgitated,
Restated, recited,
Lines that once ignited someone else’s flame,
And gained the name of ‘Our song’?