Keep Calm and Beethoven On: All about "Me"

Friday, January 10, 2014

All about "Me"

Sooo sorry I didn't post lately, I was working on a project this week! Next week, HOPEFULLY, (If not the week after) I'm going to post a cover of a song. (There will be a poll on the side of my blog soon.) So... yeah. I'm going to post a song I threw together last minute, so... enjoy?

All about "Me"

I get up and walk away

Your ego moves to take my former place

It’s bigger than a mountain twice it’s size

If you blew up it would be no surprise

You thought I was gone

When I was next to you

You said I was wrong

Well it’s not that true

You think you're cooler than me

You think you’re all I see

You think you’re sent from above

To be my one true love

But can’t you see

You think it’s all about “Me”

I sat down you looked away

I cried tried to throw out my dismay

Your head in the clouds above my bed

Haunting my dreams with dread

You thought my love was gone

when I held it out to you

You think you're cooler than me

You think you’re all I see

You think you’re sent from above

To be my one true love

But can’t you see

You think it’s all about “Me”

You

Can’t be about

Why can’t you

See

It’s not about you anymore

Try to throw out the scoreboard

You think you're cooler than me

You think you’re all I see

You think you’re sent from above

To be my one true love

But can’t you see

You think it’s all about “Me”

All about “Me”

1 comment:

Willa NicoleJanuary 10, 2014 at 6:54 PM
Sweet!
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A snippet of my mind...

In my dreams, I see words. They float around, just out of my reach. I wonder what they say, what story they tell. What lesson they teach. But even as I more forward to reach them, they pull back, not wanting to come out. A secret running away from it’s keeper. But when I wake, I feel them. I can almost hear them. The words. They fall upon me, begging to break out onto the blank page of my notebook. But then, I fall to the ground, defeated by the words. Because the words are too strong. Too powerful. But still, beautiful and fair. And though I know if I go any closer, run for them, I will fall. Because gorgeous as they are, they are deadly. They will kill me when the story comes to an end. Because all words have a beginning and an end, but the end is always more brutal. For the end, is when the story’s heart stops beating, and when it does, it takes a piece of my soul with it.