Music is the only medicine that exists when there's no cure for 

the noise in which my mind is drowning.

Maybe I don't cry but it hurts,

Maybe I don't show it but I care,

And although I don't say much I feel a lot.

I'm sad but I smile to hide the pain and sometimes

the pain is so high that even painkillers don't make the deal.

Music is my second bestfriend.

It speaks to my soul and understand my sorrow when 

no one else does.

Music is the only thing that stays when everyone leave.

Even when the memories that promised never 

to disappear go,

Music stays.