The Music Is Coming Back
Slowly but surely
Nine years of having my life force drained
I’m recovering. I’m feeling
Amazing, there is color everywhere
My body is strong and sturdy
I am healing and growing
No one is here to tell me
I’m less than I am and it’s showing.
I hear music I used to love
As a kid when I was
Able to feel something other than
Nothing, even when all I was able to feel was sad
At least now I can feel that.
She was always trying to control
How I felt, so I stopped feeling
Anything at all, because I didn’t want her
To know how disappointed I was.
The resentment grew like a steady crescendo and
I wailed on the chorus, and she ignored it
Until I went full distortion
And then suddenly I was too metal
My classical sensibilities completely disregarded
The sort of musician that makes you forget yourself
She took me from me because she was jealous
Anyway, none of this matters because
The music is coming back, I am
Able to heal, I am made of something
No one can steal, something
Nothing can destroy.