Lyrics Below!!!
A song I wrote about my life, summarizing all of the poems I
wrote.
"In My Mind"
Written by Trent Buckanaga
Verse 1:
Now let me tell you a story of my life right now,
Gonna go through the journey of all my ups and downs.
Not really, we're gonna focus on the ugly ones.
This isn't funny, in fact I wouldn't call it fun.
I know it seems that all I write is how I've been alone,
Who recognized what's inside, and a mind and how it's grown,
But it's the truth and what I see I try to put in ink.
Solo for sixteen years it gives one plenty time to think.
I speak in metaphor, livin' is what I'm headin' for.
I'm on a journey and I'm learning. I know I'm meant for more.
I'll try to show a side that some of your aren't used to see,
My alter ego, the story of who I used to be.
I travel to the past in my own time machine,
Reflecting on my sorrows, mistakes, struggle but I don't mean,
To bring out an image that is dark, just only one that's real.
Just portraying an image of myself and how I feel.
Chorus:
Now I'm running and running, cause' I can't fight it.
And I'm searching and searching, but I can't find it.
The answer hidden so deep down, in my mind.
Verse 2:
You think my chorus is lame? You're not a critic.
I'm just trying to write a story and I'm trying to spit it.
Let's get started, let's take that time machine all the way back,
To the year 2007 take a look at what I lack.
I'm not a social butterfly I'm still in the cocoon.
Living day to day like a drone, by myself like the moon.
I was a short little kid with long hair,
With a low self-esteem, self-confidence, no care.
Little naive, but little did you know,
I wasn't good at making friends back then cause' little did it show.
I tried to change to what you wanted to see,
Doing so I lost myself, pretended someone who wasn't me.
I tried to fit in, but I never belonged,
I still don't. I find comfort in the artist and the song.
Turn up the beat so I can drown out all thought,
Swim in emotions like a fish until I get caught.
Chorus:
Now I'm running and running, cause' I can't fight it.
And I'm searching and searching, but I can't find it.
The answer hidden so deep down, in my mind.
Verse 3:
Don't get me wrong I don't have it as bad as some,
But get to thinking that you know me. My mind is numb.
Pain not physical, mentally literal, a struggle inside that makes me sound so cynical,
Soon to be a miracle.
Warp back 11th grade that's where it began,
Still the same I was an egghead, grade A back then. (Ha ha ha)
Now this is where it gets serious again,
Of how my life has changed by asking myself one question.
High school is supposed to be the best time of your life,
Instead my empty box of memories were full of strife.
Now here's the question and the answer received.
What kind of memories of high school will I have when I leave?
Silence, no answer surfaced and my mind went blank.
I wasted all my life not living, right then heart just sank.
I wish I'd focused on my strengths and not my weaknesses,
Then maybe just maybe I wouldn't feel and be like this.
Chorus:
Now I'm running and running, cause' I can't fight it.
And I'm searching and searching, but I can't find it.
The answer hidden so deep down, in my mind.
Verse 4:
The night before I left for college, I teleport there,
Walking through the trails at night, spikes in hand, wind in hair.
My whole senior year I dedicated living once,
To make some memories, I only had a couple months.
As I walked back alone again, my life it flashed by.
Reflecting on epiphany, I couldn't help but start to cry.
I was so happy a feeling never felt,
The first time I ever felt like I belonged, I got down and I knelt.
Since I was leaving next evening that feeling was torn,
But just another memory, I'll fill that box. I will not mourn.
I looked for comfort to heal me from this fate.
Put on another rap to get my head thinkin straight.
My music probably had influence growing up,
But I didn't understand the lyrics back then, I didn't know enough.
But now I do and sometimes laying in my bed at night.
I reflect on my life, I've never ever felt so right.
I'm alright...I'm alright now...Yeah. (Ha ha ha)
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