Three minutes and 53 seconds,
is all it takes,
While people come and go,
It’s like slamming on the brakes,
Like stepping in a time machine,
Everything is moving slow almost feels like drowning,
It’s becoming a routine,
Three minutes and 53 seconds
Your ticket to the future, present and past
The melody fills your ears like water in the lungs,
You need to get out fast,
But you can’t move,
You’re trapped in a bubble of old memories,
These melodies hold memories you thought you’d always have good faith in,
Three minutes and 53 seconds,
Is more than enough,
For the lyrics to wrap around your body,
Pulling you down even further,
But three minutes and 53 seconds,
Kills the bitter quietness in this world,
It fills us up with feelings,
It expresses all a person wants to say but cannot,
three minutes and 53 seconds,
Is the hope you have when you’re hopeless,
It Holds the emotions you felt,
Which is now nothing more than a memory
That’s the thing about music
It only takes as little as three minutes and 53 seconds,
For the lyrics,
The melody,
The song,
To capture you and transport you to any moment in time,
Like nothing else can.
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