I've got this feeling running through my head
Thoughts unspoken, building bridges in my brain
No one to listen, words remain unsaid
My voice is mute, only actions can be read
I speak without a tone and my heart bears the pain
.
The air I breathe inspires me to write
And I try to put my thoughts down on paper
A song, as it turns out, about darkness and light
Lyrics you don't understand, someone, somewhere might
So my mid grows calm now as my song gets over
.
Seven months have gone since I wrote my first song
Someone, somewhere might have picked it up from the trash
I barely remember the words, oh its been so long
But I remember the feeling that grew on me so strong
My song is on the radio, as my memories flash
.
.
Seven months have gone since I wrote my first song
Someone, somewhere might have picked it up from the trash
I barely remember the words, oh its been so long
But I remember the feeling that grew on me so strong
My song is on the radio, as my memories flash
.
My words now have music along with a voice
Chords on guitar, oh it sounds so fine
My feelings are sung out by all girls and boys
But I can never sing, can't even speak by choice
My words sound beautiful, but this voice is not mine.
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