Music is so much better than the spoken word

....music, it's the force in which keeps me alive....at least today...tommrow it could be the written word, than the next day something entirely diffrent. I can't explain things through talking anymore, can't express my thought or feelings. I guess it's just a fact of life (AHHHHH Random Cow!!!!!) I'm so...tired... yeah that's it I guess, but their's more too it...I know there is, but how to express it, well I guess I'll just have my good old friend music do the job for me, since he's so much better at doing it anyways.

Scott: (from creed)
It's been a long day at the bottom of the hill,
she died of a broken heart.
She told me I was living in the past,
drinking from a broken glass.

Chorus: ( Maynard and Scott)
I'm alone [I never wanna be alone],
now I [now I] try to face the cold.
I'm alone [I never wanna be alone],
now I [now I] try to travel home.

Scott:
I walked down to the other end of the day,
just to catch those last few rays.
I held out my hand and slowly waved goodbye,
I turned now my eyes up to the sky.

Maynard:
I held out my hands into the light and I watched it die,
I know that I was part to play.
My god, my time to die.
Never want to spend my life alone.

I guess it doesn't make much since to anyone else, everyone always asks me, Are you Ok?, and Are you sure you going to be alright" and I just want to scream "OF COURSE I'M NOT ALRIGHT, BUT DO YOU REALLY CARE?" Cause I don't belive they do, they all say their so concerned, but I can tell, they reall couldn't care less.

It was Mark Twain that once wrote We often feel sad in the presence of music without words; and often more than that in the presence of music without music. Again while this might not make sicne to the random person reading this, agian, it makes more to me than anyone else, but here's what I think he ment.

It's a sad life without music, but it's going to be even tougher without it.