Spent my life keeping to myself, Fixing things without much help. Heard too many stories told Of people breaking, losing hold. I once had family close and near, Then overnight they disappeared. Three long years in empty rooms, Talking to walls to break the gloom. Until I find myself again, Songs will be my closest friend. Every line a lifeline thrown, Every chord a truth I’ve known. Music finds me when I’m low, Like it somehow knew I’d go. I’m withdrawn, quiet, sinking deep, Wanting solitude or someone who keeps. Until I find myself again, Songs will be my closest friend. Every line a lifeline thrown, Every chord a truth I’ve known. Maybe this road leads me home, Music walks me through the storm. Songs will be my closest friend. I’ll carry it alone — I’ll carry it alone. So I carry it alone — I carry it alone. Andy.B 14.04.2026
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