I can't really write songs
My thoughts get stuck
And the words go wrong
They say write from the soul
Let your heart sing it
Well, my heart was a raisin
And someone already ate it
Yes, I'm such a poet
Though they laugh when I say it
My heart was a raisin
And someone already ate it
I’m heartless, it’s true
Needless to say
If I ever get near
Someone shoves me away
I’m hated by many
Disliked by the rest
But I don’t need them
Because I am the best
Yes, I’m such a poet
Though they laugh when I say it
My heart was a raisin
And someone already ate it
It's been gone for a while
Should I replace it?
Twasn't tilll now
That I started to miss it
My heart was a raisin
That much is true
I think that next time
I'll try for two
Yes, I might be a poet
Though I laugh when I think it
My new heart's a craisin
And I'm just gonna fake it
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Thank you
It stemmed from a (very strange) conversation I had with a couple of my friends recently, and we might be putting it to music at some point in the not too distant future.
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That would be so cool!! You
That would be so cool!! You should share it if you do.
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.
That was delightful to read.
That was delightful to read. :) I love the last verse. :) "And I'm just gonna fake it" haha so true! I can definitely relate. :)
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.