Mizrabel
by Noise Pollution
Take me to the place where I
can feel miserable again
Take me closer in your arms,
I’ll be miserable again.I will soften my grip
I will try to forgetit’s not over yet
but I will try my bestI will die all alone
it’s not a question
it’s an answer
it’s another phone call home
I will die all alone
it’s not a worry
it’s the world I’m in
and I know
I started writing aimlessly, and this is what fell out of my head. For a completely aimless piece of music (I have already written guitar and a melody) I think it’s at least half-decent.
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