Again
Loud music soothe me
Escapism from tipsy-bitsy drama life
Hormones on fire because the noise has their story
Different way but they seemed not to care
Where we are from
What we do
Who we are
All they care is just loud music
As that's the only reason for them to blend in
And feel like at least, " I'm still breathing "
And make it out alive
Survived but the scar remain