Duuuude
I love how I haven't written in quite a long time. In fact, the last time that I remember writing was when I was depressed. And now that I'm happy, when I write, I write more depressing stuff than when I was sad. What's up with that?
Where are you going?
What are you running from?
Come back to me.
Come back.
Turn around.
Why won't you look at me?
I'm still exactly the same.
Only some of me has changed.
You brought this upon yourself,
You had this coming.
All you had to do was stay.
But you're gone (you're gone).
I guess I'll just bury my feelings
In the same grave as you.
You ripped out my fucking heart.
But that's nothing compared to what I'm about to do.
Seriously though, I'm so much happier than that may make it seem. And this is NOT about anyone or anything in particular. I wrote it when I was still in a screamo band and had the vocal patterns and music written specifically for it. And it would have sounded awesome had we stayed a screamo band instead of changing styles to powerviolence. And then again to grind. Whatevs.
Where are you going?
What are you running from?
Come back to me.
Come back.
Turn around.
Why won't you look at me?
I'm still exactly the same.
Only some of me has changed.
You brought this upon yourself,
You had this coming.
All you had to do was stay.
But you're gone (you're gone).
I guess I'll just bury my feelings
In the same grave as you.
You ripped out my fucking heart.
But that's nothing compared to what I'm about to do.
Seriously though, I'm so much happier than that may make it seem. And this is NOT about anyone or anything in particular. I wrote it when I was still in a screamo band and had the vocal patterns and music written specifically for it. And it would have sounded awesome had we stayed a screamo band instead of changing styles to powerviolence. And then again to grind. Whatevs.