You light your cigarettes like
I try to light my days and
I think you smoke too much
I think your eyes are pretty
And I know you're sad
but it's the kind of sad
that makes your heart
grow, your lips longing
for something to make
you smile,
the kind of saad
that will go away
leaving you so happy
to be alive
Just sit down with me
We don't talk
We don't kiss
We don't sing
We'll watch people walking
the lifes they hate
Oh you can go if you want
you can walk through the
door and never talk to me
again, you can cut your
wrists like you used to
cut your arms but
don't tell me I can't
try to stop the bleeding
of your wrists, your heart
your eyes.
there'll still be ways to go
you'll find a way to go
Just sit down with me
etc
All these thoughts in my head
are so loud I can't even hear
the music I play and the words
I want to say to you are stuck
behind my teeth, burning inside
me, burning inside me
you're burning inside me,
Just sit down with me
etc
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I'm not much of a songwriter and I don't even know a melody. and she's too real to write about, and my English is crap, but still. I don't think this is too bad.
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BeantwoordenVerwijderenik vind dit echt vreselijk mooi vooral
BeantwoordenVerwijderen''You light your cigarettes like
I try to light my days and''
,maar eigenlijk alles wel en wauw gewoon wauw.
Ik zou vooral door gaan met schrijven want je kan het echt heel goed!