Adding more piano and violin
Tuning into where true healing begins
Every day is a different battle
Shouts and screams flow forth as the Earth rattles
Onlookers see a mess but I don’t care
Whatever works to get me from despair
Never been any crowd’s favorite
Those stalked by depression can attest it’s a good day if you make out alive
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In the end, after we bend, been broken then put back together
Ask still, where is the thrill, in fame with fickle humans
He’s our choice, he’s just noise, we love him, oh he deserves to be hated
In the end, before we’re spent, will you still think it matters so much? Will you?
