Music, those words
That sound well together
And make you feel like you’re in a flock of birds
Making think you have wings and your heart feels somewhat better.
The idols who possess such beauty
And tell you the words your heart wants to hear.
The ones you fall in love with
But meeting with your heart fears.
I fell in love with an idol.
Not for his looks,
But for the feelings I have
When I hear his voice.
When I feel down and want to quit,
I look for him and sit,
Playing his words on repeat,
Thinking they were written for me.
The words I so desperately want to hear,
Are always through music that I hear them.
They’re told by a stranger that I’ve fallen in love with
But has no clue I’m a fan.