It hurts when anything I do comes back to the writing on the walls or the lyrics of a song.When everything I do becomes a mistake.When no one cares.When everyones forgot.How it hurts to smile.When laughing became a memory.When loves only a dream.How the dreams were turned into nightmares.How the nightmares became a part of life.The only place of happiness comes from the beat of a drum or the strum of a guitar the slightest sound of a voice coming from a stereo.The music became life and took the blame.It covers every bad sound.Every loud curse.Every bad parenting skill.It helps to heal the unnoticeable wounds and scars love brought upon your heart.
