Iwanttobeamusician
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Strumming my guitar.
Plucking my bass.
Pressing keys on the piano.
My mind is tellin' me that I had to be a ace.
Feelin' the rhythm, through the music notes.
Shoving my music down people's throats.
A hush without sounds
Envelopes me
As the static age of electricity
Screams and shrieks over my room
Out of the walls, the floor
And shush
For the sound
Is no more
