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How many tears have I shed while singing?

They bring my soul to their knees,

crying and screaming in pure pain.

The only time I can't stop my tears is when I sing.

My emotions burst like bombs as I sing,

ranging from angry to happy to depressed.

But they all have me squeezing my lungs hard,

not feeling the pain as I let it all out.

I can relate to almost every song I hear.

This world is a small world after all.

Sounds drown me deep into the rhythm,

but I don't mind it as long as I can escape the world.

My reoccurring dreams are going big on television,

showing the world what I'm capable of.

Will I ever prove myself worthy to the world?

Well, life is too short to hesitate singing.

Even in the shower, I still shed tears,

singing "He Stopped Loving Her Today."

The way I feel the singer's emotions,

it strikes at me so hard like an atomic bomb.

I sing from song to song of every genre,

but I never stop to take a breath.

Everything disappears when I open my lungs wide.

Hell, I don't recognize myself when I sing.