I'm getting tired of listening with all the music
I'm still here dying and sick
All the songs sound nonsense
I'm still here suffering at pains
I'm tired of scanning my MP3
It don't help me to live at spree
I'm tired of listening with my favorite hiphop
I'm still here without knowing how to laugh
I've been teaching myself how to rock
While waiting for you to come back
All these noisy tracks that I have
Can't stop my heart to sob
I'm terrified by the long days of waiting
I hate putting my headset all over again
The music just can't medicate
My heart that is so sick
©2009 CONICONZ
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