i would never be able to pass a songwriting course!LOL
wow this is another sad attempt at songwriting, in my i wish i could write good metal screamo songs style...so yea constructive critisim please, or well just try not to be too harsh....
~A Question Song ~
so tell me why you think i need you? what makes you belive you’re the only one? dont you know i’ve been around? ive seen your tricks before. i dont need your shit. my life may revolve around you but i dont need you. my heart may break if you leave, but i will heal i always do. each time im a little less innocent....forgiving. im becoming a wall; impassive resistant, cold. its your fault. then again ur the only reason i breathe sometimes.
tommaro advances. tommaro retreats. im left with only questions.decisions insubstantial shadows. judgement falls harsh upon my ears. compromise appears in many guises.loss.... your fault
mixing metaphores. i confuse myself. can you feel my pain or do you even see it? whats it like to be you? a becon in the roiling sea of my mental insecurity.... shining bright with ideals i wish to achive; but also the only hope of safety. is the shore near? i wouldent know i might even be standing on it. the empty plain where we first met. there were no secrets, then, nowhere for things to hide.
tommaro advances. tommaro retreats. im left with only questions. judgement. compromise. decisions. loss.... its still your fault
how is it that i find myself so shut out, what happened to that beggining? where did it go?when did the proluge end and the story start? how long has this been going on? was it ever more than a charade? someone tell me please! relive my insecurity.....i must know if the end is near. will the credits roll over me like the tears i long to shed but cannot find?
tommaro advances. tommaro retreats. im left with only questions. judgement. compromise. decisions. loss....our fault
why is life three parts pain and one part joy? who wrote this twisted recipe, why must it apply to me. i stand alone it seems though those i know are all around... can they not see me? why do they walk away? wat is this? whats going on? ive become the wall. no one stops to chip away my hard exterior. to busy, too consumed within their own cinema, they walk past and trail their fingers along my surface. never asking whats beyond. would i dare to let them see? can no one find the gate?
if they did would this begin again? and still tommaro will come. and go. im left with only questions. judged. compromised. decided. lost....my fault
and yea this isnt actualy me talking about my life its me speculating on life in general, all different sorts of relationships so yea watev, i was bored and i mean Bo-Red! with capitols no less! anyway love it hate it peaceout ~anna~
~A Question Song ~
so tell me why you think i need you? what makes you belive you’re the only one? dont you know i’ve been around? ive seen your tricks before. i dont need your shit. my life may revolve around you but i dont need you. my heart may break if you leave, but i will heal i always do. each time im a little less innocent....forgiving. im becoming a wall; impassive resistant, cold. its your fault. then again ur the only reason i breathe sometimes.
tommaro advances. tommaro retreats. im left with only questions.decisions insubstantial shadows. judgement falls harsh upon my ears. compromise appears in many guises.loss.... your fault
mixing metaphores. i confuse myself. can you feel my pain or do you even see it? whats it like to be you? a becon in the roiling sea of my mental insecurity.... shining bright with ideals i wish to achive; but also the only hope of safety. is the shore near? i wouldent know i might even be standing on it. the empty plain where we first met. there were no secrets, then, nowhere for things to hide.
tommaro advances. tommaro retreats. im left with only questions. judgement. compromise. decisions. loss.... its still your fault
how is it that i find myself so shut out, what happened to that beggining? where did it go?when did the proluge end and the story start? how long has this been going on? was it ever more than a charade? someone tell me please! relive my insecurity.....i must know if the end is near. will the credits roll over me like the tears i long to shed but cannot find?
tommaro advances. tommaro retreats. im left with only questions. judgement. compromise. decisions. loss....our fault
why is life three parts pain and one part joy? who wrote this twisted recipe, why must it apply to me. i stand alone it seems though those i know are all around... can they not see me? why do they walk away? wat is this? whats going on? ive become the wall. no one stops to chip away my hard exterior. to busy, too consumed within their own cinema, they walk past and trail their fingers along my surface. never asking whats beyond. would i dare to let them see? can no one find the gate?
if they did would this begin again? and still tommaro will come. and go. im left with only questions. judged. compromised. decided. lost....my fault
and yea this isnt actualy me talking about my life its me speculating on life in general, all different sorts of relationships so yea watev, i was bored and i mean Bo-Red! with capitols no less! anyway love it hate it peaceout ~anna~