The sound: a poem...

The music sounds better on the other side
You know you are in trouble when you want to run and hide
Nervous, confused, obsessed with you
You are so disspointing
You can be my best friend, but you take it away so quickly, like there was never even an end
But the music will sound good again
Same song I am singing, but it sounds different in my head
Life is a bore, life is not new
I wanted to be special, but I forgot about you
Makes no sense, makes no rhyme
It is slipping away, that race we call time
Words are just words
You say them so free
You forgot bout the girl, you forgot about me