She writes this music to escape
This fateless hope
This hopeless fate
And if the words seem distant, wrong
Please forgive her, and the song
So call her liar,
She won’t mind
Because it is the truth you find
But it relieves her charred black soul
This clean white paper, crisp and dull
Tell me,
Who took your fine soul
Was it them
While they were bored
They took mine
while I slept
Twinkling toes on carpet crept
And though I cringed
I couldn’t block
Their slender fingers,
Dangling locks
And my white soul they took away
Replaced it new with something gray
So tell me,
can you blame my lies
The product of the sun’s arise
I don’t even know the truth
I don’t know the world of youth
Once its passed it goes away
Not darkening your doorstep another day
I have lost it
That’s the truth
These words simply expose the proof
That I’m a fraud
That we’re all fakes
That as we do, so we make
I’m a liar
I’m a cheat
But at least I’ll admit this feat
Instead, like you,
Cower
Retreat
Slowly, you’ll admit defeat
6 comments:
i like it. you could've probably already guess i would though, i tend to like things such as this. i don't know if it really sounds like a song though. its too much of a poem for me. i feel like we've discussed this subject before though so i'm not going to go into it.
well, at least you understand it enough to know what it's talking about to feel like we've already covered it (if you get what i'm saying.) As for the fact of this being a poem-- that's because it is a poem. The music referred to is just her music in general, not that this, specifically, is a song.
Oh, and a song can just mean some sort of expression. music, in actuallity, is life.
Also, I'm not hiding something; the reason i deleated a comment is it accidently posted twice
ok, good. i'm not crazy. oh, and i figured when i saw the times of the two comments. no mimi, stop hiding things! i want you to repost exactly what was there! jk.
Why does reading this make me smile...
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