I'm laying in my bed
Looking at the ceiling
All my posters looking back at me
My posters are of
all the greatest musicians
Hendrix
Bastille
Bowie
Hewy Lewis
And while I'm looking up at them
And their looking down at me
I listen to their music
And I think
I thinking of everything
Because music takes me somewhere
Somewhere I can't be found
And I think I'm gonna stay
Looking up at my ceiling
For a while
At least
Until I find all the answers
To how life is so much better with music
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Author:
Justagirl (
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Music is in your soul and will be with you to eternity, as it will be with me.
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