Misunderstood is Music

By Luis Porraz

Any other musicians out there?

Alone, dreaming of music and drowning in melodies

These things are permanent like broken memories

With the curse to heal everybody but yourself?

Secluded, in fear of being used for such a blessing

Choking on the thought that they'll leave you guessing

Why do we become a tool for entertainment?

Fame, the only way we see a chance for survival

Sharing the fact that we're all the same but in denial

What a curse... What a blessing...

Just the thought has me stressing...