Ive been writing lyrics since I was 10, and playing guitar since I was 16, Im unable to properly record any music at the moment so the only real ‘full’ songs are live performances. But, Im getting an amp soon so that can all change, but for now, heres some of my lyrics and poetry:
Note: Ive posted 4 for now, if people want, I will update with more later, I have over 100 songs on my phone so far so it might take awhile
Title: Running Out Of Time
This world is starting to let go, the leaders are all coming to blows. I’m unsure of where to go, to find the place where I belong.
This is no final goodbye, this is merely some fucking alibi. A lie to tell you I’m alright, and not feeling so alone. How do I come back from here? All I know is this world is giving me fear, and I’m running out of time.
Chorus:
This is destructive, destruction, placed in a world of lies. The world is ending, not mending, and we’re running out of fucking time.
Pandemics ending, with war now raging, how do we find peace in our time? The leaders are lying, the governments falling apart from the inside and soon there will be no where else to turn.
So won’t you come and watch the world burn with me? Let’s get pissed on the last bottle of whiskey and watch the world stop turning, but we’ll always stay learning.
Chorus:
This is destructive, destruction, placed in a world of lies. The world is ending, not mending, and we’re running out of fucking time.
Title: Sitting In Bed
I’m sitting in bed and talking to the walls. I’ve soon discovered that they have nothing nice to say at all. It doesn’t matter that it’s just daybreak, it doesn’t matter at all.
And when the phone rings I know you have nothing to say. So I sit here and watch our video play. I miss the way you’d smile at me, but it reminds me of the day you left me by the railroad tracks.
I remember these times like they were yesterday. Cold winter mornings with the fresh fall of snow. Oh how I wonder if you’ll ever know, i miss you forever and the touch of your clothes.
I’m sitting in bed and talking to the walls. I’ve soon discovered that they have nothing nice to say at all. It doesn’t matter that it’s just daybreak, it doesn’t matter at all.
Title: Carry On
When the world has become full of black, the openness of internal cracks, you find yourself questioning where you’re from. December is nearing in, Novembers packing up its things and I need to find a way to carry on.
I can’t let it bring me down, the way the memories hold on now, it’s not fair to not move on. Can I leave this baggage at the desk? My flight away is leaving it’s gate, and it’s the last one for awhile.
Chorus:
I need to let it go, but how? I need to leave it be, and move on. Traumas eaten me up for years, now it’s time to get up and carry on. Carry on.
There are no answers in this book, I’m running out of places to look, I’m afraid the darkness might take me again. When my time runs out, I’ve lost this bout, no one knows the key to carry on.
So I light this candle, keep on searching, what I find means I must be learning. One of these days I’ll stumble on the key.
Chorus:
I need to let it go, but how? I need to leave it be, and move on. Traumas eaten me up for years, now it’s time to get up and carry on. Carry on.
Title: Valentine
Tomorrow will not hold the beauty of tonight. Tonight will not hold the beauty of tomorrow. Melancholy bliss, with a sugar coated kiss. Oh fuck, won’t you be my valentine?
Asking for redemption in the long lost abyss. Asking for another chance at my first kiss. Won’t you let me erase it all? Go back and live it all? Let me relive it all again.
Tonight the moon rises oh so high. Tomorrow the moon is behind a clouded sky. Don’t make me say goodbye, let’s live and love, until this moment fucking dies.
Tomorrow will not hold the beauty of tonight. Tonight will not hold the beauty of tomorrow. Melancholy bliss, with a sugar coated kiss. Oh fuck, won’t you be my valentine?
