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.
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