The world is harsh and cold
music’s the hand i hold
it soothes my weary mind
when peace is hard to find
each note mends what’s torn
gives me light when i’m worn
it speaks when i can’t say
and carries the pain away
music saves me every day
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Music taught me that heart break is a lie
it fought for me when i was about to die
o those notes has fairly made me cry
daydreaming of me as a fairy on the sky
But now i do not listen anymore
as heart never breaks to the core
when i lay my head onto the floor
I hear the Ecco of cries from the door
so now i hum to the beats of her heart
the music of our time spent apart
maybe i was never in love you see
music made me fall; Now i am free.
