Song
By Eagle
I wrote 100 songs for you, But now they're crumpled in the can by my next. Bullshit words that never work. That's not quite how I feel, And it never comes out how I meant. My words stumble into each other, And my feeling fall apart on my bedroom floor. My soul rips apart but what comes out aren't words. There's no words for you, and certianly not a melody. There's nothing written that can describe how I feel, I've read poetry books and turned on my radio, And no else seems to know the words. So what am I supposed to sing, When I try to write a song, about someone who is a song themselves? Written December 9th, 2001 © on Dec 09 2001 05:12 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"I wrote 100 songs for you,..."