Words and letters Stacked upon each other, to make full-blown sentences and songs. notes all tethered by accents and slurs stacked upon each other to make full-blown lines of music in songs my brain scrambling for a melody my brain thinking so fast It comes naturally I know exactly what notes to hit and when to hit them I know exactly what I want to say and how to say it but out loud, speaking, conversations, It's so different. I just wanna cry, And I wanna scream, And I wanna run, And I wanna sing. till my lungs give out and I cannot breathe. I wanna talk, till everyone knows The same thing goes with this heart that's about to burst and shatter and break because I think that's better than loneliness
