played 118times.

vanity has reached its peak in me

but its nothing close to complacency

i merely savor listening to everybit of my own voice thru the earphones

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until the point that sometimes i wonder what is my 8gb ipod's for

since i only repeat my own track over and over again

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voice that is so familiar yet so different from the one i hear inside my head

tracks that you never heard on the radio

and tunes that bounces off the bathroom walls as echos

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secretly playing, on repeat

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i was wondering whether there was any medical term

for the sickness of listening and repeating my own music over and over again