Being understood, isn't always me
I cannot always say what's deep inside, you see.
But when I close my eyes, I hear the rhythms speak;
They call me on my lies and whisper soothing things.
Upon a closer look, my heart beats in time;
My body is in sync with what's playing through my mind.
I hear their voices singing, sweet melodies o' mine;
They understand my feelings--they see what's left behind.
Without them I wouldn't be here--yes, it's suicide.
But now I know I'm not alone, in this world we despise,
From the vocals to the bass, it's never left my side,
I have the music in me--it's what saved my life.