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A song I wrote. I know my voice isn't great and my guitar skills are non-existent, but please IGNORE those parts and listen to the LYRICS. And for non-English speakers, here's the lyrics:
The emptiness in my heart
Is filled with sadness to the edge
Like a bottom part
Of an hourglass;
In hours that will pass
By years I will age.
And the upper part
Is me without you.
I'd turn it over
If only I knew.
I am being skinned alive,
At least that's what it feels and tastes like;
Through my exposed insides
Feelings are taking strides.
Inflicting pain is not like inflicting guilt --
It's much worse if you have imagination.
I'm inside a prison of guilt that I built --
Guilt is my ordination.
But when there's finally something real
So palpable that you can feel
Tum TUM, tum TUM, tum TUM ... The heart beat
When you walk with her down the street.
And you give it away, like a weapon,
As you surrender and lose this fight
For the comfort that nothing will happen
So that you can sleep at night.
I've carefully built this fourth wall
The image is closing in on me
The camera is moving, the action is stalled
The light's in my eyes, I cannot see.
I wash it away with alcohol
It's a new way to be.
No longer serving, I'm out on parole
You see, I'm sort of free.
Next stop is life, the radio announced
Should I get out or let it bounce?
I've selected this form of a ride.
To have a good view of the outside...
Thinking of you has become a reality
The thoughts of you have replaced my mentality.
Songs mean something when it really happens
Whether you're a homo- or heterosapiens.
The way I feel for you is indescribable
It's more than true, it's more than undeniable.
When you kiss my mouth, I feel it in my feet
When you look at my eyes, I can't take the heat.
When you touch my hand, I feel it in my heart...
But your words penetrate my mind like a dart.
Salivating, looking at your pictures
I'm like a hungry Pavlov's dog
I think it has been written in the scriptures
That without a shepherd, I'm walking through the fog.
Can I carve over what I wrote in stone?
I think I'd really like a chaperon.
I'm in a place called far from you
I think it's called arena too.
A gladiator points his sword at me
One minute and I will no longer be.
[I know this video has problems like me forgetting the correct lines. Sorry, no more patience...]
wow voice good lyrics good melody good
cebutony 2 years ago
thanks so much, dear!
usseryroad 2 years ago