Hidden Message

Music is my alcohol,
I get drunk and lose control,
My emotions flood,
And bloom like flower buds.

Lyrics become my own
Words thrown,
Towards the void,
All the emotions I avoid.

The songs I sing,
Was the string,
That you should’ve seen,
And figured out what it means.

But even though I sing out loud,
Why can’t anyone figure it out?
Must I spell letter by letter,
For you to endeavor?