Scratched CD

Insert and press play A few beats I skipped,then I'm not for you? What if the beat skips were from the heart And a way of me showing you that Even with scratches,I still play for you? I wish you knew that "scratches" don't mean less functioning. That the silence in between the skips Were for you to turn a different ear. Maybe the silence gives chance to the echo To scream the words I fail to say twice. What if the glitches in the view were not for obstructing your view But for you to see different fragments of my reality? I just thought maybe you needed a different perspective to see how real it is. I wish you knew I was always a scratched CD, Not a broken one. That no matter how much the beat skips, I'ma still play it for you. _JM Pluto_