When they ask who am I?
I say I'm an addict,
An addict who takes the drug called music,
Each melody dusts my soul and each lyric scrapes the rust,
Things you want me to say will never be expressed wisely,
Unless I recommend a song to you,
It's not just a song but my feelings for you,
I argue with the moon with my headphones on a blast,
The moon groves to the beats and together we laugh.
Altogether it's the peace I here in the voice
not of the singer who sings but of myself when I hum.
I watch in awe, dancing. not people in the club but myself in the mirror,
Smile is enough for you to fall for,
but along with my music, it worth killing for.