Every little thing
in my life is constantly changing, constantly morphing into something else.
One day my mother will be a supportive female, the next she wants to skin me alive.
My little sister will be there for me, to listen to my complaints then transform
into a clone of the people I despise. /////♥Even my best friend is a mystery
to who she'll be that day the girl I know like the back of my hand
or the child screaming for someone to help her ?
There is one constant, though, one _________________unmoving force in my life.
Music the one thing that has never hurt me before. Music has never stabbed me in the back
never left me sobbing in the rainy glow of the street lamps. Music has been my hand holder,
my shoulder to cry on. Music has been my secret keeper and my humorous friend.
Music has been the 1 thing that keeps me hanging on, that has me get up&try one more time.
Music was there when my uncle died
&there for me on the days I thought I'd neverbeable to functionnormally, or even go toschool.
Music is my life line ♬ ♪ ♫