Why else love another?
A record to hold and sing a hum, a strum
A melody on the drum, Or dare I say,
A numb
percussion instrument
I am insane a knocking on wood percussion Instrument,
Ramming on words, slipping on rhyme schemes and melody instruments
I need when I dream, and now I'm reckless
blinded, defeated, by pain inflicted
by other percussion
Brilliancy was murdered with my happiness