Drowning myself in music,
thinking of making you my baby
Until that day comes,
I’ll be wondering of what it may be
I feed myself thoughts through beats,
rhymes that might as well be mine
In a world of ballads and mid-tempo,
it’s the up-tempo’s I decline
Close my eyes in the train,
fill my ears with songs no one hears
Seeing you so close to me,
but all I can feel are my tears
No one really cares,
trying to ignore but they see
Gently I rub my face,
wishing you were here with me
