I hear my echo
Of the voice, i used to love and know.
Every rhythmn had its own kind of flow.
Now that you up'ed and left me.
I set my musical limbo free.
Tell me how do I get my talent back.
It seems the voices in my head are out for attack.
They know when i am weak.
They tell me how to speak.
I am out of reasons because of you.
Nothing that comes out of you, is true.
I want to raise my voice
But at the moment, I don't have a choice.
The voices control my every move.
There's nothing more to prove.
When i get back my strength to fight.
Then maybe someday, I'll be alright.
©terrylin53
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