Music To the Ears of the Beholder
here cries the babe
a sound of ear splitting anguish
a bottle to the mouth
and the horrid sound is vanquished
but here the sound is beautiful
if they can cry, they breathe
and i know that sounds horrid
but its beautiful to me
adrenaline it pumps through me
as she walks, slow, my way
rejected once again
and i still know ill be okay
adrenaline still pumps
you know your heart is still beating
and if it wasnt well guess what
the worms would now be eating
you say your life is over
love your only 17
listen up and dry your eyes
your beautiful to me
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