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As some of you know, I like to write and I often write songs too. See whatyou think to this one, it is inspired by my breakup with my (now Ex) girlfriend. I call it "Too good To Be True" - All views welcome.
Sometimes things can be going great
Living a life without any hate
But bad feelings build up without warning
People in your life begin scorning
Things will never be the way they once was
How do I know this, because…
I’ve been ed around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
Why does s**t always go to bad from good
Life takes a swing and lands a thud
Knocks you to the floor, coughing up blood
Looking at the stage of life where you were once stood
Take a gulp, forget your pride
Have a look and step aside
Take misfortune in your stride
Keep a shotgun by your side
I’ve been ed around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
One day you’ll work your way back to the top
Only to be forgotten and face another drop
Another target and you’ll have missed it
After all, your just another statistic
When your realise you are simply a nobody
Will your mind and soul and body be set free
Emotion is pointless and love is futile
As you’ll be hurt again and have to fake a smile
In this life I have learnt my lesson
To give up hope and not bother stressing
Only when the world and its people cease their hating
Will I come out from the cocoon where I’ve been waiting
I’ve been ed around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
Nobody realises what is true until its too late
And they become a victim of the world’s hate
They thought the suffering must have missed them
But they were wrong, they are but a slave to the system
People come and people go
But there’s something you should know
If you think wild hearts can’t be broken
You’re wrong, they can, I’m not joking
I’ve been d around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
Sometimes things can be going great
Living a life without any hate
But bad feelings build up without warning
People in your life begin scorning
Things will never be the way they once was
How do I know this, because…
I’ve been ed around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
Why does s**t always go to bad from good
Life takes a swing and lands a thud
Knocks you to the floor, coughing up blood
Looking at the stage of life where you were once stood
Take a gulp, forget your pride
Have a look and step aside
Take misfortune in your stride
Keep a shotgun by your side
I’ve been ed around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
One day you’ll work your way back to the top
Only to be forgotten and face another drop
Another target and you’ll have missed it
After all, your just another statistic
When your realise you are simply a nobody
Will your mind and soul and body be set free
Emotion is pointless and love is futile
As you’ll be hurt again and have to fake a smile
In this life I have learnt my lesson
To give up hope and not bother stressing
Only when the world and its people cease their hating
Will I come out from the cocoon where I’ve been waiting
I’ve been ed around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
Nobody realises what is true until its too late
And they become a victim of the world’s hate
They thought the suffering must have missed them
But they were wrong, they are but a slave to the system
People come and people go
But there’s something you should know
If you think wild hearts can’t be broken
You’re wrong, they can, I’m not joking
I’ve been d around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
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What a wity comment.
Bahahahahhahahaa.
Bahahahahhahahaa.
i thought his song was quite good actually... ive been thinking about writing some songs, but im too lazy
Melancholy wrote:
> Guess where that's from.
I don't know and I don't care.
Much.
> Guess where that's from.
I don't know and I don't care.
Much.
When I am king, you will be first against the wall, with your opinion which is of no consequence at all.
Guess where that's from.
Guess where that's from.
Melancholy wrote:
> All of your songs are rubbish.
What makes you such a critic?
Do you speak for everyone, mister?
In the end, your opinion does not matter.
> All of your songs are rubbish.
What makes you such a critic?
Do you speak for everyone, mister?
In the end, your opinion does not matter.
All of your songs are rubbish.
My song... And it has meaning too.
Today I think I'll try something new,
I'll try to get away from you,
And stop the hand that's choking me.
I am tired this isn't fun,
I'll put your head against the gun,
And see how you like it: for a change...
Something 'bout you isn't clean,
It's tormenting me unseen (Empty)
Wish you'd feel it for a change.
What is there left for me to say.
I could drown in my dismay
FAR TOO EMPTY FOR MY TASTE
You know I've seen that look again,
Deceit and hate you are no friend,
I guess I'm let down in the end.
I'll wash myself, I'm never cleaned
Crying, your evil scheme. (Empty)
Fragile, and alone.
It hurts so much, cry without end
My invisible troubling friend
I wish that you could see.
What's wrong? Am I not strong enough?
CUT AGAIN I'M GETTING TOUGH.
Nothing to do with me.
Bang my head across the wall,
Never needed you at all,
But empty.
My song... And it has meaning too.
Today I think I'll try something new,
I'll try to get away from you,
And stop the hand that's choking me.
I am tired this isn't fun,
I'll put your head against the gun,
And see how you like it: for a change...
Something 'bout you isn't clean,
It's tormenting me unseen (Empty)
Wish you'd feel it for a change.
What is there left for me to say.
I could drown in my dismay
FAR TOO EMPTY FOR MY TASTE
You know I've seen that look again,
Deceit and hate you are no friend,
I guess I'm let down in the end.
I'll wash myself, I'm never cleaned
Crying, your evil scheme. (Empty)
Fragile, and alone.
It hurts so much, cry without end
My invisible troubling friend
I wish that you could see.
What's wrong? Am I not strong enough?
CUT AGAIN I'M GETTING TOUGH.
Nothing to do with me.
Bang my head across the wall,
Never needed you at all,
But empty.
I have a song/poem which i am making up on the spot...
Once you was a king,
Now you are a slave,
Oh how the mighty have fallen.
You used to entertain the masses,
And taunt me with your power,
oh how the mighty have fallen.
2 wrongs don't make a right,
2 failures has made you worthless,
oh how the mighty have fallen.
You was once the beauty queen,
Now you are old hat,
Oh how the mighty have fallen.
You live in the past,
but you can never go back,
oh how the mighty have fallen.
Anyone know what i was attempting to write about?
Once you was a king,
Now you are a slave,
Oh how the mighty have fallen.
You used to entertain the masses,
And taunt me with your power,
oh how the mighty have fallen.
2 wrongs don't make a right,
2 failures has made you worthless,
oh how the mighty have fallen.
You was once the beauty queen,
Now you are old hat,
Oh how the mighty have fallen.
You live in the past,
but you can never go back,
oh how the mighty have fallen.
Anyone know what i was attempting to write about?
Songs shouldn't rhyme.
As some of you know, I like to write and I often write songs too. See whatyou think to this one, it is inspired by my breakup with my (now Ex) girlfriend. I call it "Too good To Be True" - All views welcome.
Sometimes things can be going great
Living a life without any hate
But bad feelings build up without warning
People in your life begin scorning
Things will never be the way they once was
How do I know this, because…
I’ve been ed around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
Why does s**t always go to bad from good
Life takes a swing and lands a thud
Knocks you to the floor, coughing up blood
Looking at the stage of life where you were once stood
Take a gulp, forget your pride
Have a look and step aside
Take misfortune in your stride
Keep a shotgun by your side
I’ve been ed around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
One day you’ll work your way back to the top
Only to be forgotten and face another drop
Another target and you’ll have missed it
After all, your just another statistic
When your realise you are simply a nobody
Will your mind and soul and body be set free
Emotion is pointless and love is futile
As you’ll be hurt again and have to fake a smile
In this life I have learnt my lesson
To give up hope and not bother stressing
Only when the world and its people cease their hating
Will I come out from the cocoon where I’ve been waiting
I’ve been ed around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
Nobody realises what is true until its too late
And they become a victim of the world’s hate
They thought the suffering must have missed them
But they were wrong, they are but a slave to the system
People come and people go
But there’s something you should know
If you think wild hearts can’t be broken
You’re wrong, they can, I’m not joking
I’ve been d around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
Sometimes things can be going great
Living a life without any hate
But bad feelings build up without warning
People in your life begin scorning
Things will never be the way they once was
How do I know this, because…
I’ve been ed around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
Why does s**t always go to bad from good
Life takes a swing and lands a thud
Knocks you to the floor, coughing up blood
Looking at the stage of life where you were once stood
Take a gulp, forget your pride
Have a look and step aside
Take misfortune in your stride
Keep a shotgun by your side
I’ve been ed around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
One day you’ll work your way back to the top
Only to be forgotten and face another drop
Another target and you’ll have missed it
After all, your just another statistic
When your realise you are simply a nobody
Will your mind and soul and body be set free
Emotion is pointless and love is futile
As you’ll be hurt again and have to fake a smile
In this life I have learnt my lesson
To give up hope and not bother stressing
Only when the world and its people cease their hating
Will I come out from the cocoon where I’ve been waiting
I’ve been ed around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
Nobody realises what is true until its too late
And they become a victim of the world’s hate
They thought the suffering must have missed them
But they were wrong, they are but a slave to the system
People come and people go
But there’s something you should know
If you think wild hearts can’t be broken
You’re wrong, they can, I’m not joking
I’ve been d around
Kicked on the ground
Punched in the face
Called a disgrace
Why does it always happen to you?
Things are always too good to be true
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