V1:
I need a disguise,
My conscience's filling with lies.
Are you taking down notes, my pretty whore,
Is the blade as cold, as cold as the floor?
Bridge:
She said to me,
She said to me,
Don't breathe.
My shoes have worn out your heart.
Chorus:
Baby, you're wrist is a beehive for monstrosity,
And I'm taking it out on rock n' roll,
What you meant to me.
Honey, it's just too late to fix your jigsaw,
And I've torn it into pieces,
This human flaw.
V2:
Are you banging your body,
For inspiration or for pleasure?
Are your bags getting heavy?
Are your muscles tightening from leisure?
Bridge.
Chorus.
Author notes
These are the lyrics for the tune we thought of. I hope it melds. =\
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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alright maaahhn!
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Hee, 'cause I was really nervous. Tell me if you want to change anything.
And any progress on the Jonathan ROBIN mystery?
Yeah.
*runs off to read your new poem*
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