I’ve only been singing I don’t write, I don’t speak I don’t really care anymore first it was depressing not being able to speak but really I don’t care anymore I don’t even hear spoken words spoken words everything is music to me if you can’t fit your speech in a 3 minute song don’t bother talking shit to me
I waste my time in not doing anything this world I call a home a world of my songs
this is how I feel gloomy on the inside but glorious still
I went a couple of years, 20 years so to speak never saying anything real but now I hear myself in my head every day it all becomes very clear nothing gets through with words alone you have to be able to mean I’m not saying that I can’t I just lack the will and music is fine with me
I waste my time in not doing anything this world I call a home a world of my songs