i listen 'round to the nearby sounds of the people that are close i hear their songs beautiful and perfect while mine just sounds... wrong even with hours of my devotion chords of happiness, nostalgia, hope nothing like the song i've wrote so full of joy, while mine's so different their chords strung together, real music fitting perfectly into a rubric mine's something else altogether notes of melancholy, anger, sadness how can i allow this madness? how can i call this a composition? their tunes are beautiful, complete full of meaning, while mine's obsolete only pieces of a song (space/click/arrows)
