Deserted Soul
As I lay in the scorching sun
All burned and without any fun
My body weakens and begs for tunes
Music is the thing that without, I'd go goons
My life revolves around a series of notes
Keeping me breathing and acting as boats
I'm always afloat when it blasts in my ear
It kept me alive when I wanted to disappear
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