She sips in a song; slipping out of the radio
She knew way too well; that fairytales were always come and go
And "choice words" she thought; as they drifted apart
He wrote the lines that he knew would only break her heart
So she clutches on to the objects of her fading dreams
She slept too long and woke up struggling to shake the scenes
And "choice words" she thought; as they drifted apart
He wrote the lines that he knew would only leave her scarred
EXCREPT FROM AS OF YET UNPUBLISHED BOOK "DIRTY STREET-LITES"
4 comments:
Now don't tell me that this is your book and you are also going to become an author.
In that case,you'd be a dentist cum singer cum songwriter cum guitarist cum lyricist cum author.
And so you'll explode (under the satellite)!
well, i AM ... DEAL with it ...
heh heh
Its FROM my book, my book is muuuuuch bigger.
:P
And in my opinion, singer/songwriter/guitarplayer comes in a pack one for many so dont be alarmed my furry friend .... no biggie :D
and lastly i'd rather implode.
cheers
Yes, I do know about the singer/songwriter/guitarist clause,but the dentist portion and now the author portion is not in it.
and how did you come to know,that Iam furry?
Don't tell me that you also know that I have green blood.
oh, i know all your dirty secrets ...
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