You spin around at the same pace as the record.There's a constant ringing in my ear. You finally made me understand. You interrupted. And you didnt even realize. You called me a poet. But I can't use you as a valid source. Why do I even try to make sense? Its all the same. But the difference is its the one constant. You can't be let down if you rely on yourself.How do you like that? I find myself dancing when I'm alone. Moving to silence. Just to lift my spirits. Works everytime.