Im digging it honestly, loved the first two lines lmao
Sup Forumstant lyrics?
I write tons of songs. Not sure I remember all the words so I made some replacement lines just now.
>Fading in my rear-view... where'd she disappear to
>I will be back someday... says the one who has got away
>Why'd she have to go, why'd she have to go, why'd she have to go-oh oh oh oh
>skies are cloudy and gray, why did she go a-way
>yearning to see her smile, haven't seen in a- while. Why'd she have to go, why'd she have to go, why did she have to go-oh-oh-oh oh.
(IV) ... (iv)
>Wakes me in the morning with a flash of her radiant grin
>With my morning coffee take the time to drink her in.
>World revolves around her and I know it always will.
>She lights up my life from o'er on the windowsill
>Tells me that it's getting late, but knows that I would hate to watch her go...
>Why'd she have to go, why'd she have to go, why'd she have to go-oh oh oh oh
reminds me of that spongebob song about texas
good stuff though, keep writing
>IM NOT HOMO
What did he mean by this?
It means hes afraid of santa claus
They told me get up, wear my Sunday best
Stop picking my wounds, just let em fest
Sanitise my mind with alcohol based solvents
Contemporise time with youthful absolvents
Look towards the sun, it's an endeavor
why blind myself when it's cooler indoors
Even if I changed, though probably never
the same root problems are abundantly sure
It's not giving up, it's intended function
forcing ideals does me no good
cherish any bliss that finds it's way in
my strikingly sober view of the world
I'm two years old and I'm bathed in sunlight
among the intricate web of events that will determine my life
as soon as you see what's exactly happening
twenty years are waving goodbye
Aspirations are high at the start of summer
This year's destined to be better you'll see
Even though I know, it's a futile effort
something has to stop the depression in me
It's not giving up, it's brutal realization
what influence you wield means nothing
cherry buds amiss, frame moral desolation
and a strikingly sober view of the world
I'm two years old and I'm bathed in sunlight
among the intricate web of events that will determine my life
as soon as you see what's exactly happening
twenty years are waving goodbye
we look towards aging as a promised remedy
for things we've yet experienced but think we should achieve
as soon as you see what's exactly happening
twenty years are waving goodbye
some random lines:
>you're such a fucking faggot, man
>it drives me insane
>your testosterone levels lower
>than Adam Lanza's aim
>Got pathetic bars, now you can say that again
>If a dope beat is fat then your tracks are african
>I score more shit than LeBron James' games
>You're too self-centred like Kurt Cobain's aim
>Call me a social menace
>But I prefer "domestic terrorist"
>More inverted than Bruce Jenner is
I kinda want to hear that
what is this worthless faggot trying to say in this picture?
faggot clearly didn't get beaten enough as a kid.
thinks he can do whatever the fuck he wants