The Beat In my Chest
All I need is music,
The vibration threw my veins,
The lyrics rushing threw my body,
The rythms coming from the speakers to my soul,
Music keeps me alive and sane.
Music is my life, my creativity, and my passion.
To some its not important,
But to me its my motivation.
The bass in my chest,
Massaging my muscles.
Music is my escape from reality to my paradise.
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