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I Don'T Write Music Anymore

I don't write music anymore And I'm not dancing alone in my room The mirror reflects nothing but still life And the speakers simply shout static My bed is empty and unkempt And I no longer rock, nor roll in my chair Still, it moves With aid from a ghost or perhaps, The wind For the window is shattered Like ear drums by blaring bass lines So, no, I don't write music anymore But I'm still stuck on stanzas

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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