Treasure Island

jackrabbit krjs

(12-1-94 / Carlsbad, New Mexico)

Music


Music is what makes you move
Music is what makes you groove
Music can be good or bad depending on how its used
Music can make you choose different clothes to wear
Music can make you change your hair
Music can make you choose new friends
Music can make you want to dance
Music can make you fight
Music can make everything alright
Music can take care of you when your alone
Music can make everything feel like home
Music can harm and take away
Music can make you want to stay
Music is the only friend I have
Music is my mom and dad
Music is what keeps me alive
When I feel like I can't survive

Submitted: Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Edited: Monday, July 04, 2011

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