I sat down for a moment
Then the panic set in
Is it numbness that keeps me here
Or numbness to begin
A myriad of ventures
Those selfish sins
But what if I just sit here
What am I worth then?
I sat down for a moment
Then the panic set in
Is it numbness that keeps me here
Or numbness to begin
A myriad of ventures
Those selfish sins
But what if I just sit here
What am I worth then?
"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." -Victor Hugo
A little bit of this, a little bit of that
- Verse Seventeen -
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