my music
by dammitdebi on June 7, 2008
this is all of my bipolar-ism, in music.
the songs are a memory.
in each song i lived, loved, hated, rejoiced, and cried.
music was my therapy.
all of these songs were my anthems.
although i never was good at singing, sing i did, to every one of these songs.
i even danced. [badly]
now when i listen to these, i relive my life in the lyrics and melody.
my life has been all about the dance.
