The story so far,
Is I have this guitar.
It won’t make me money
but it doesn't matter.
She calls me honey.
The history, O’ so much,
Is I have this pitch.
It won’t make me steady
but it keeps her tranced,
yes it’s romance.
Welcome back, back to your past.
The guy you didn’t date,
the story you hadn’t faked.
The dreams of your crush,
the relationships - you hadn’t rushed.
Her name strikes me odd,
Ironic that it gets me.
My love, she doesn’t see.
But it doesn’t matter
She calls me honey.
The catch, is she’s really pretty,
All the guys do see.
But she believes,
in my sweet trance,
Yes it’s romance.
Welcome back, back to your past,
The time on our first date,
you were fashionably late.
the way you completely blushed,
the friendships - you chose to flush.
The story so far,
Is now I am a star.
I make a lot of money
but it doesn’t matter
I am no longer her honey.
The history, O’ so much,
Is I had this hitch.
It made me steady,
conceited in a trance,
without romance.
Welcome back, back to your past.
To memories you wished to last.
Welcome back, back to your fate.
you were fashionably late.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:48 AM UTC
Girls are so stupid,
belief in make-believe and cupid.
they all read the same teen zeens
and flatter talk ‘bout the same celebrities.
Seep through the ignorants for the wise.
falling always for the same players with clever guise.
Then there’s the dumb boys who are treated like flies.
The smart ones ignore girls and put on ties.
Can this get any better?
smootch-stick, cheap-trick,
fun-run, one night stan’,
can’t we make this better?
The girls try on boys like they’re shopping for clothes,
the ladies spend their time being played and strung along.
The boys spend the nights sleeping with new heart-throbs,
While the gentleman finds his wife sleeping aroun’.
Boys are so stupid,
time-spent on getting girls in their bed.
they kiss and tell,
and make-believe all is well.
Seep through the wise for the ignorants.
falling always for the same woman with clever tempts.
then there’s the dumb girls who are treated like *****
The smart ones ignore the boys and go for the rent.
Can this get any better?
smootch-stick, cheap-trick,
fun-run, one night stan’,
can’t we make this better?
The girls try on boys like they’re shopping for clothes,
the ladies spend their time being played and strung along.
The boys spend the nights sleeping with new heart-throbs,
While the gentleman finds his wife sleeping aroun’.
I am so not stupid,
I can see that I need only bread.
I speak of positive things,
with negative songs I sing.
seep through the patient and find worthy suiteress.
don’t care for the melodrama nor the stress,
sometimes dumb and other times in my unrest.
The smart one is thrown away because he’s a pest.
Can this get any better?
smootch-stick, cheap-trick,
fun-run, one night stan’,
can’t we make this any better?
The girls try on boys like they’re shopping for clothes,
the ladies spend the most time being played and strung along.
The boys spend the nights sleeping with new heart-throbs,
While the gentleman finds his wife sleeping aroun’.
And I keep going forward,
toward,
without a care nor word.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:48 AM UTC
You think I don’t want to write love letters,
but you know I solemnly can be better.
Because age truly matters,
everything but looks truly matters.
I treat you as I do any person,
why did you treat me so ill for no reason?
I can’t get myself over your derision,
Stop treating me as less than a person.
Do not sift through the world,
it will hurt your heart, girl.
take my life sweetie,
have my soul, dearly
Only,
If you stop thinking worldly.
you think I don’t want to watch the sunsets,
but you know I solemnly vow the rest.
because age truly matters,
everything but looks truly matters.
I entreat you as I do a person,
why did you defy me for no good reason?
I don’t understand your derision,
you treat me as less than a person.
Do not sift through the world,
man will hurt you, girl.
Let me have you sweetie.
Offer your soul, dearly.
Only,
I promise to stop thinking shallowly.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
Hey there girl I'll take you back
Back to where my life is at
The skies are nothing right now
But, when you’re with me, we'll get oh so loud
chorus: Welcome back
Back to the past
welcome back
to the land of the Rush
Welcome back
Back to the past
To the land of the glory
Where the Rock will always last
Hey there girl the throne is empty
Empty's a one-way ticket to royalty
The forces are in our favour
But, when you’re with me, we'll get oh so much louder
chorus
King and Queen
Ruling the novelty
Side by Side
Scene by Scene
Ridding the poverty
chorus
Hey there girl I'll take you back
Back to the past
Your breath is something right now
But, when you’re with me, we'll get oh so much louder
oh so loud
The Rock will always last
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
Puppets on strings, seeing the sky isn’t straight.
They don’t cut the strings but they try to relate.
If true love isn’t a choice, but fate,
Then I truly hate.
Are we marionettes with no purposed roles?
The only option is to control who controls.
Good names are better than good homes.
Upright morals rather than good fables.
Gardens are beautiful, where the skies are right,
and a flower is lovely in the right light.
Refuge is better when you seek inside,
and the night is better when you’re alive.
My strings are jumbled, and scrambled,
Tangled, and puzzled.
Cutting the puppeteer’s strings will **** me now,
So instead I will join the crowd.
Root truth, so not to be played by lies.
There’s this, that, and baradatat.
Avoid the fakes and the disguised.
So, not to remain in your trap.
Rise, rise up to that cross bar,
remover of strings,
and we will know who we are.
Who we are.
Are we marionettes with no purposed roles?
The only option is to control who controls.
Good names are better than good homes.
Upright morals rather than good fables.
Puppets on strings, seeing the sky isn’t straight.
They don’t cut the strings but they try to relate.
If true love isn’t a choice, but fate,
Then I truly hate.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
Lost with no where to go,
seeing it isn’t a one man show.
But you know, you’re a star
and you know you can go O’ so far,
because you have one way to go,
and you’ll go far
as a legend of the guitar.
chorus: The drummer beats.
The bass feats,
but the guitar
will make you a star.
With blissful serenity,
You’ll know where to be
with the power of the six strings
you will rise
higher than the starry skies
and you’ll know full well you don’t get far
unless you’re a legend of the guitar.
chorus x2
Makes a reel of the hired fun,
I know I have found somethin’
A way to get out of here
and go to and fro to way up there
The way I starred
as a legend of the guitar.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
They keep on talkin’,
but the circle has spoken.
There’s no recession, no progression.
just inevitable repeatin’
Repeatin' repeatin' repeatin'
You run away to not be like your parents.
all the relentless vents
but they did the same.
and now you have the worst of names.
It’s inevitable,
Inevitable.
It’s Inevitable,
The Circle.
Dubstep has no soul,
punk and rap has anarchy as the role.
rock is about *** and so is the slow songs
why can’t we right any of these wrongs?
Now, your mess on your drugs
buying useless things like your Ug’s
lost in a calm that is perceived as bliss.
When in reality it’s not caring at all. tsk. tsk.
Well, we will do this,
we will get out of the pit.
Rise to be with kings of eden,
just to keep inevitably repeatin’
Repeatin' repeatin' repeatin'
Dubstep has no soul,
Punk and Rap has anarchy as the role.
Rock is about *** but so are the slow songs
why can’t we right any of these wrongs?
It’s inevitable,
Inevitable.
It’s inevitable
A Circle.
Cut it, cut it down,
Break it, break it now.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:42 AM UTC
Okay, I got a new plan,
the goal is to take your hand.
Spend the rest of my life with you,
and elope in a distant land.
Love is a crossroad,
it keeps on coming and never going.
Always head right,
take it slow, keep it tight.
not so fast, I am the last.
The love I have is timeless,
no girl done me wrong,
as long as I am strong.
I am priceless,
I’ll be your stand, so take my hand
not so fast, I am the last.
Okay, that’s all I can,
the fairy tale is crumbling sand.
Spend the rest of my life saying: “I do,”
in a castle in some distant land.
Love isn’t any destination,
it’s a continuous intersection.
Keeping right,
take it slow, and holding tight.
not so fast, I am the last.
The race is never over,
the laps are endless.
Our love existed forever,
slowly turning, always fast,
as long as I make it last.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
All the monsters that wake,
and she sifts them through
looking for her great break
The monster’s that grew
she’s in a pit,
her heart is at a fit
If only she had knew
Her beast was here,
a wreck.
She’s such a beauty
and that’s all I can see
What can she see?
Only,
ferocity.
All I can do is be
me.
The rushing through
and the lies she has used
The spirit she has broken
wide-eyes of mine that has spoken
This feral grit of mine
are shivers down my spine
If only she had knew
a beast was here,
Broken.
She’s such a beauty
and that’s all I can see
What can she see?
Only,
ferocity.
All I can do is be
me.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
Ignorance is unhappiness, and life spread abroad by lies.
Belief is but vain, for truth heals no cries.
A sheltered life is hollow within the mind,
But with love outside oneself, all is kind.
Sorrow and pain does not breed in the shallow.
The truth brings both joys and sorrow.
The greatest of creations is not the universe,
the greatest of all things is the person with verse.
Essayed through this thought,
a man can become good.
The worst of creations is the silence of death,
and when the person loses god’s breath.
The world is tempered by loss of voice.
but it is the thoughts in silence that’s screaming their choice.
Can a man whose dead lead another life?
dreaded nights, wailing blights, all in strife.
Mankind is being educated to think, yet they choose dullness.
The need exists to be selfless, yet they choose fullness.
People forget about the person, all soul is lost.
Creativity is rewarded when the man is but dust,
History chooses a few as eternal,
but there is nothing no longer for the spiritual.
There’s those who heart cherish,
but others raise themselves selfish.
Praise be to those who’ve strive to eternity,
and woe to those lost in popular fidelity.
to the sister and daughter of ******
run far away from your parent, and her lord.
Ignorance is unhappiness, and life spread abroad by lies.
Belief is but vain, for truth heals no cries.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC