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| new song... written rather quickly.... i'm trying some speed writing to see if it improves my creative process
still untitled
"i know and you're forgiven" you write the note as you leave strategically placed where you're sure that i'll see
but all i see are these handprints on my neck from squeezing it, pretending it was yours
avoid me, destroy me the rock intended for glass deflected to hit my pride the song to sooth your tears turned to a page of rhymed lies
don't bat your red eyes at me i know what i am in them nothing more worth fighting for no longer am i their problem
I know that it's him that same guy you loved before he's still in me, buried beneath the wrongs
avoid me, destroy me the rock intended for glass deflected to hit my pride the song to sooth your tears turned to a page of rhymed lies
wait alone... wait inside... trust me it wont get better
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horray | | |
| Here, scrutinize
and all the tears and all the hearbreak come streaming out like the newly formed wake forgetting isn't an option, but neither is forgiving i'm sick of my so called life, with all the lies i'm living so follow me down the lonely road of romances where's lies aren't uncommon, and there are no second chances
but it's all the same things i say I'm a broken record entitled cliche apologies mean nothing if you refuse to believe them
so why don't we quit? Finally give up, what's left over if we're all out of trust? Crushing blows for easy solutions, these childish excuses, and immature resolutions are all that remain... and i'll take the blame
my tears are held back for no other reason in spite of you, i still have self-treason You'd think i'd learn from always destroying myself it seems that self deprivation is my warranted wealth I'm nothing more than a failed attempt nothing more than honesty unkempt
with romanticism pushed aside i hope you see i never lied tear-stained wishes in the form of three words...
so why don't we quit? Finally give up, what's left over if we're all out of trust? Crushing blows for easy solutions, these childish excuses, and immature resolutions are all that remain... and i'll take the blame
I'll bottle these tears as reminder to who i once was Throw it in the closet as a token of lost love trash whats left of my hapless self esteem Frame it up for display, for those who pity to see
so why don't we quit? Finally give up, what's left over if we're all out of trust? Crushing blows for easy solutions, these childish excuses, and immature resolutions are all that remain... and i'll take the blame
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Brad | | |
| well... fret not... recent situations have catapulted me back into a song-writing mood... i shall have a new song on here soon
Brad | | |
| Hey, changed up the look a little bit and i'm back with a new song. I don't have a title for it, but if someone thinks of something really sweet action and decides to tell me their song title idea, i'm sure i'd consider naming it that.
I can already taste the asphault from you throwing me out...
The heart on my sleeve is no longer worth wearing I think I've reached that point where i am beyond caring I watch every single step carefully critique all I do Afraid any slip-up will kill me Make you realize I don't deserve you
I think we'd be good If I loved you half as much as I hate myself
I know that i'm right but that doesn't seem to matter Five words to describe you and me "How did he get her?"
So tear me up, girl It's just what i expected I'm good enough to give up on Not good enough to be respected I'm not condoning all this I sure won't think it's right but it's what usually happens before i wake up screaming every night...
Sitting here writing waiting to be dropped at the drop of a hat
I know that i'm right but that doesn't seem to matter Five words to describe you and me "How did he get her?"
And i am worse than i seem I'm worthless...
Okay, that's it. Think now, i need a title. | | |
| - As i fall head first into a strange new territory of happiness and caring, it appears my writing style is slightly manipulated by my outlook on life currently. It seems depressing, emo songs are kinda hard to write when i'm not feeling rejected. But, the "love songs" flow out abound. So... i bust out a new one. It's, i guess, a "love song" with a twist of fear of rejection.
the good, the bad, and all in between
here in your arms is where i belong my undying goal, to prove them all wrong nice guys can finish higher than last there more to life than getting some ass
It's okay to fall in love I'll be waiting to catch you Cause i fell a long time ago Seems like before i met you I'll be your want I'll be your need but girl, please just believe in me
the tears start welling up in my eyes damn i hate these long good-byes I've worried myself sick and rotten it's not too long until i'll be forgotten
please don't give up in me... please don't give up in me...
It's okay to fall in love I'll be waiting to catch you Cause i fell a long time ago Seems like before i met you I'll be your want I'll be your need but girl, please just believe in me
I promise, why would i lie? those three word are worth a try I promise, i swear, i cry those three words were not a lie
It's okay to fall in love I'll be waiting to catch you Cause i fell a long time ago Seems like before i met you I'll be your want I'll be your need but girl, please just believe in me
please don't give up in me...
Okay, that's it. Tell me what you think. | | |
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