I can hear the sound of
My own brain melting
And it hurts
And with my own thoughts trying to hear me
I can’t think of a single way to shut them out.
Tell Corey what you thought of this poem in the guestbook.
Without the music playing
And it hurts
And with my own thoughts trying to hear me
Tell Corey what you thought of this poem in the guestbook.
I can hear the sound of
My own brain melting
I can’t think of a single way to shut them out.
