I'm done I've spoken
Though my heart is broken
Now my drumming will do the talking
And those people will start walking
Inside I'm suffering, in pain
In my head I'm angry, going insane
But when you look at me I'm still the same
I'm no fool
My drums my sticks, I have the tools
Have the hardcore broken heart
And my drums and I won't be apart
Drums turn anger to music
And make confusion look like magic
You hit them and they don't hit back
They don't say get away go pack
You replaced my dark lonely spot
Like a lid on a pot
You understand
And we sound nice together in a band
When I'm depro
You and I we sound so mellow
And when I'm angry
You make me sound happy
People will come and go
Like us hate us and though
Its just us we will go far
One day perform and have a nice car
I'll build you up
We will play in a pub
You will age
And still look good on stage
And when I'm done
I'll give you to my son
But for now its just us
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