Blank Title Speaks Everything
I'm a struggling musician/lyricsist in a world that offers you nothing.
you work and work and work, despite age, you're told you're nothing.
and because that feeling, you can't write.
because of this, I've been discouraged.
but only just. :)
today, [yesterday, if you'd like to get technical] I was just singing, no intentions, actually.
and I wrote what I was singing...
and I sang the chorus over and over...
and it wasn't too bad...
:/
but now, I'm stuck at my mom's
where singing isn't allowed
and I have no lyrical files.
my dad, leaving on a trip,
is pretty much leaving me here to die.
I need music.
I need my lyrics.
I need to have my other computer.
I need it's contents.
I've poured my life and my soul and all I've gotten,
was nothing.
was discouragement.
distractions.
put-downs.
rejection.
and for what?
so I can write mediocre lyrics
and have blank melodies that sound the same?
but no, I'm sorry, my dear.
but this isn't how it's going to be.
I'm going to keep writing,
I'm going to keep singing,
and one day, it'll pay off.
because I WILL have what I wanted.
and all I wanted,
it so prove to you and everyone else
I CAN do something.
and damnit, that something is what I've wanted all my life.
I'll finish assembling my band through out high school
[being only a freshman never seemed like such a good thing]
and I'll get better at writing.
and I WILL open for Amber's Diary,
as they promised me.
:)
I will do this.
because...
frankly...
it's not like I have much of anything else cut out for me.
and while I'm a musician,
I'm a photographer,
and that's about all else I'm good at.
okay, so I lie.
I'm not conceited,
but honestly...
I can do whatever.
it just seems that I'm in love with music
I'm at it's lowest form...
but one day...
I'll be better.
I'll get bigger.
I'll grow.
not only as a person, but as a musician.
and one day, people will be wanting me.
I hope...
[/end rant]
<3
William
you work and work and work, despite age, you're told you're nothing.
and because that feeling, you can't write.
because of this, I've been discouraged.
but only just. :)
today, [yesterday, if you'd like to get technical] I was just singing, no intentions, actually.
and I wrote what I was singing...
and I sang the chorus over and over...
and it wasn't too bad...
:/
but now, I'm stuck at my mom's
where singing isn't allowed
and I have no lyrical files.
my dad, leaving on a trip,
is pretty much leaving me here to die.
I need music.
I need my lyrics.
I need to have my other computer.
I need it's contents.
I've poured my life and my soul and all I've gotten,
was nothing.
was discouragement.
distractions.
put-downs.
rejection.
and for what?
so I can write mediocre lyrics
and have blank melodies that sound the same?
but no, I'm sorry, my dear.
but this isn't how it's going to be.
I'm going to keep writing,
I'm going to keep singing,
and one day, it'll pay off.
because I WILL have what I wanted.
and all I wanted,
it so prove to you and everyone else
I CAN do something.
and damnit, that something is what I've wanted all my life.
I'll finish assembling my band through out high school
[being only a freshman never seemed like such a good thing]
and I'll get better at writing.
and I WILL open for Amber's Diary,
as they promised me.
:)
I will do this.
because...
frankly...
it's not like I have much of anything else cut out for me.
and while I'm a musician,
I'm a photographer,
and that's about all else I'm good at.
okay, so I lie.
I'm not conceited,
but honestly...
I can do whatever.
it just seems that I'm in love with music
I'm at it's lowest form...
but one day...
I'll be better.
I'll get bigger.
I'll grow.
not only as a person, but as a musician.
and one day, people will be wanting me.
I hope...
[/end rant]
<3
William