people don’t get me.
they don’t get what i like, what i listen to, what the songs mean to me.
they don’t get my hobbies, what makes me smile, what makes me frust.
they don’t get my life, my loves, my mind, my heart.
they don’t get it when i’m excited about something, overjoyed with something.
they don’t get it when i’m angry at something, sad about something.
they don’t get what i hear in music, the depth of the sound.
they don’t get what i feel when i listen to the lyrics closely,
how much it strikes the inner core of my heart and soul.
they don’t get what makes me cry, sad or happy tears.
they don’t get it.
they just don’t.
