stamped. creative ability.
this is a song i wrote a while ago. not the best, but it's my attempt at creativity.
i'm not going to dig my grave this time
and you can't bury me alive
we both know this won't be the last time
you'll hang up and i'll cry
but maybe we can die in eachothers' arms this time
when you're still gone and i can't close my eyes
i'll wish on a star and pretend you're not killing me
but counting on stars and make-believe never got me anywhere
you know i'll eventually give in
but i'll leave the phone off the hook just for you
and all those things you aren't saying,
i'll just save them for the day when you finally give up on me
the imprint of your hands will stay on my neck
when you finally let go
when you're still gone and i can't close my eyes
i'll wish on a star and pretend you're not killing me
but counting on stars and make-believe never got me anywhere
i'd hate to say you're drowning me
but like you always say - we all have to do things we don't want to do
come on, just say it.
it's not such a big deal, after all.