Comments | excitable_boy: This is intended to be a screamo song. Tell me what you think.

excitable_boy

This is intended to be a screamo song. Tell me what you think.

Feb 23, 2005 09:15

"Mother"

[Verse I]
You think you know everything about me / You ain't seen nothin' yet
You try to turn everything upon me / You trap me in your net
But I won't fall for your stupid head games / Your fucked up concept of time
And I won't let you suffocate me / Without a reason or rhyme

[Verse II]
I'm tired of your vicious backhand / And black and ( Read more... )

Comments 7

cutiepatootie24 February 23 2005, 14:28:02 UTC

wow..very fueled words..cool :)

_emphatic February 23 2005, 14:42:54 UTC

I could picture it as a rap song too. Not shitty rap, but good rap like my friend Adam does. I love the lyrics. My favorite is:

But I won't fall for your stupid head games / Your fucked up concept of time
And I won't let you suffocate me / Without a reason or rhyme

It just flows so nicely, and it's nice to see a song with real meaning behind it.

excitable_boy February 23 2005, 14:48:12 UTC

Thank ya. You'd be surprised, inspiration comes steadily when your mother backhands you across the face and leaves a small cut below your eye for absolutely no reason.

marx126 February 24 2005, 21:26:20 UTC

Hi. I'm a friend of Kat's and I found your journal through her. My name's Dan, and you seem pretty cool. Check out my journal and, if you like it, friend me. Oh, and I like the lyrics. Hardcore.

Dan

PS: I also like BBW's. Just thought I'd add that.

excitable_boy February 25 2005, 14:17:38 UTC

Thanks, I appreciate it, man. I'll add ya.

yuki_no_kitsune February 27 2005, 07:00:02 UTC

all i can say is wow

notadramacase March 9 2005, 15:41:44 UTC

hi. i was browsing through the bbwbbmsingles and came across a post of yours. i found this journal entry and it made me think. my mother is crazy. my mother believes in symbol beatings. i use to make excuses for her but i stopped doing that. the last time my mother hit me i told her if she ever touched me again i would kill her. and i walked out of the house that day and never looked back. i was 16 years old and had no where to go but i couldn't do the beatings anymore. now im 19 and she calls me everyday trying to make right what she did. but you cant make that right. okay anyway the lyrics are sick.

I came to school with a swollen eyeball / You lacerated my face

^^^been there.. keep writing because you seem to have a way to connecting to people. reading this made me realize i wasnt the only one whos mother couldnt control her hands. bye