“Professor”


While painting the interior of my house
I am listening to music
Which makes so sense really
Maybe I am afraid of the silence.
The feeling of being alone
I wish I could get my guitar and play a song
I do not believe that I am that good yet
The tune does not fell the void that I am secluded
My verses to not live up to what I expect.

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