I Think of It In Music

What a life I lead, When my tones break free And my stomach churns to spew my soul. What a life I lead To make my wounds not bleed What a life I lead to make me whole Can you weave my web Could you spin my thread Are you the one that occupies my head What a life I've lead When my alive feels dead And my stomach refuses to churn any longer What a life I've lead All these things in my head I can not help but feel that much stronger