For I minute I forgot where I was
I had a lot to think about
but no time to act it out.
You see, I think about us when it's least convenient for every one else
and when I think about us everyone else just disappears into thin air.
Stop right there and look into my eyes
girl of mine, my one and only please be true
to me and when you look at me like that
you better be ready for the night of your life.
Hmm. Something I thought or. . wrote. . No, thought. I thought of the first like three lines like while I was around doing my stuff, then when I sat down to write it, I like. . . just kept on writing. Any way it's kinda mediocre, and in case you didn't know, I play music sometimes and stuff. So this is kinda like a song and junk. I have like you know and idea of how it's supposed to sound in my mind and I think it sounds pretty freaking good. Anyway, the sad thing about my music career is that I spend way to much time writing, I mean not TOO much time, but most of my time so, as far as music is concerned, my creativity far surpasses my skill. Which is really really depressing. I don't like it at all, I wish I would have pulled my shit together in the past when I started learning music, when I was like 7, Now, I would be able to like play anything that I thought of and I really don't like it. I hate it, actually.
For a minute there, I lost my self.
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