The Selfish Sound Of A Dyslexic Poet Paroles

Singing that irritating melody

For all that's right

Like a drunk dancing in the street

[...]

But all that I keep thinking of is you



Late at night

And I cannot get to sleep

Due to the sound of all the voices that are constantly just nagging me and,






From what I feel

I've seen something and from it, well it's so very dull and boring

It's killing me

It's killing something I care about, I care about so very something

And as long as you believe,

And what you're doing is a good example of how you're feeling well,

If I could take a lesson from an educated writer

Then I would take my words and I would write the perfect stanza for you

And write it from the heart

I may not have the skills but I've got passion by the truckload

And I'll express it how I want



*laughs*