JustAHomeBoy
03/17/09, 05:55 PM
I thought I swallowed my regrets whole
But the thought still lingers in my brain
A never ending pain, but am I to blame?
When a test of our love is the only way
Even if I broke my frame, things would be the same
And this building up will finally take it's toll
I drank it off, took a pill but it's still the same
This merciless pain, are we all to blame?
When you're my never reaching arrow's vane
Can you feel my rain, can it cause you pain?
And days and nights have said the same old stories
Of the days and nights where we'd think we're so boring
But I take that back because I love hearing your stories
Of another guy, and your perfect life
It makes me feel so perfectly boring
And you said it's okay, we'll be the same
Because this trust fund is never running out
My pain's a drought, can you feel the doubt?
But can our love be the same way again?
I can feel your shout, but you're just not loud
But it helps me from sleeping
And days and nights have said the same old stories
Of the days and nights where we would think we're so boring
But I take that back because I love hearing your stories
Of another guy, and your perfect life
It makes me feel so perfectly boring
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So another one I wrote. I think this one is much worse than the first one, but then again the first one wasn't very good to begin with. Anyway, my self-evaluations aside, any feedback would be appreciated.
But the thought still lingers in my brain
A never ending pain, but am I to blame?
When a test of our love is the only way
Even if I broke my frame, things would be the same
And this building up will finally take it's toll
I drank it off, took a pill but it's still the same
This merciless pain, are we all to blame?
When you're my never reaching arrow's vane
Can you feel my rain, can it cause you pain?
And days and nights have said the same old stories
Of the days and nights where we'd think we're so boring
But I take that back because I love hearing your stories
Of another guy, and your perfect life
It makes me feel so perfectly boring
And you said it's okay, we'll be the same
Because this trust fund is never running out
My pain's a drought, can you feel the doubt?
But can our love be the same way again?
I can feel your shout, but you're just not loud
But it helps me from sleeping
And days and nights have said the same old stories
Of the days and nights where we would think we're so boring
But I take that back because I love hearing your stories
Of another guy, and your perfect life
It makes me feel so perfectly boring
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So another one I wrote. I think this one is much worse than the first one, but then again the first one wasn't very good to begin with. Anyway, my self-evaluations aside, any feedback would be appreciated.