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College is sweet! Here's some lyrics I've written, I need to write a bridge though:
"This Currently Has No Title"
So this must be how a shooting star feels
when it comes crashing down to earth
I've never felt an impact quite like this one
And I feel like my body's not one piece
Just like when the Hollow men tasted steel
And I, I wonder if the roses are still red?
And I, I wonder if you're not just in my head?
I feel kind of like the one who drinks until the bottle's dry
Is this just a bad habbit or do I really think it's right?
I'll miss both of you like a burned out sun misses it's grace
I hope you won't just be a picture that's stilled in time
So this is what it's like to try and run
from a bullet that's already in you
The farther you go the more the pain builds
It's a lot like trying to hide from an earthquake
under a house that's made out of cards
And I, I wonder if the roses are still red?
And I, I wonder if you're not just in my head?
I feel kind of like the one who drinks until the bottle's dry
Is this just a bad habbit or do I really think it's right?
I'll miss both of you like a burned out sun misses it's grace
I hope you won't just be a picture that's stilled in time
Yeah, so there we go, not really sure why I wrote this, I'm not really feelin' like this at all, I guess I just thought it sounded kinda cool...although I think it's pretty lame at the moment.
"This Currently Has No Title"
So this must be how a shooting star feels
when it comes crashing down to earth
I've never felt an impact quite like this one
And I feel like my body's not one piece
Just like when the Hollow men tasted steel
And I, I wonder if the roses are still red?
And I, I wonder if you're not just in my head?
I feel kind of like the one who drinks until the bottle's dry
Is this just a bad habbit or do I really think it's right?
I'll miss both of you like a burned out sun misses it's grace
I hope you won't just be a picture that's stilled in time
So this is what it's like to try and run
from a bullet that's already in you
The farther you go the more the pain builds
It's a lot like trying to hide from an earthquake
under a house that's made out of cards
And I, I wonder if the roses are still red?
And I, I wonder if you're not just in my head?
I feel kind of like the one who drinks until the bottle's dry
Is this just a bad habbit or do I really think it's right?
I'll miss both of you like a burned out sun misses it's grace
I hope you won't just be a picture that's stilled in time
Yeah, so there we go, not really sure why I wrote this, I'm not really feelin' like this at all, I guess I just thought it sounded kinda cool...although I think it's pretty lame at the moment.