You’re more than music.
People tell you there is no more empathy to sympathy
There is no symphony playing your life
Because you are now the epitome of the pinnacle of a crescendo
You are so used to hearing the same score from the symphony
they are not playing for your life any more
You have just become frozen in time
At the apathy of life
You are not an effigy
or anything less you see
It hurts me to think that you don’t view what I view
You don’t see what I see
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