This Music Will Be the End of Me.

in my head, you control my thoughts your lyrics are my words your beat makes me hurt concerned, i've been burned trying to escape, escape my fate it's too late taken by the way you make me feel this can't be real an emotional drill, finding thrills the music is my spill the space it fills, where his face used to be so hard to see, what the music has done to me so ashamed of the way i am, i choose to be this music will be the end of me.