Nonsense Nonsense

December 16, 1998


I'm wandering around, thinking about my life.

All of the sound is just like a knife,

Peircing straight into me and touching my soul.

It is the key to my heart and soul.


The sound is the music that I like to hear.

When I listen I have no fear.

I listen when I'm angry, it cheers me up.

It makes me feel free, as free as a dove.


Some people like rock, some R&B

Some people like all, the people like me.

Why do we stereotype all that is good?

We should like all types, I know we all could.


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