Hide Behind The Music


United States
41° 8' 0.078" N, 112° 3' 34.416" W

The yelling starts again
The tears begin to flow
The thing I'm beginning to
Need the most
Is ripped right from my hands

He can't see the hurt
Behind the cascading tears,
So I hide behind the music

I try to find solace
I try to find peace
I try to find quiet
I try to put my mind at ease

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Wow. I love how you talk about music being what you turn to for solace

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