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Camden Crouch Sep 2019
Salt, it only covers all of my  frame.
Lost, is the only way to live with my brain.
Limp, is how I have to live this way.
why, is what I ask myself everyday.
I can take the pain, but I don't know if you want me, that way

There must be something in the water,
Cuz I'm the only one getting colder,

Please sing me a song, and numb, all the pain.
Its hard for me to see, so show me I'm, worth the gain.
How do I win, if I'm always bound, to loose.
why does it seem everybody's life, but mine, is on cruise.
I know I'm only blood and bone but, I just wanna feel more.

My lack, of self confidence,
Will make my head lose is circumference.
My lack, of self confidence,
Will make little things more intense.
I can take the hits, but I don't know if I want the silence.

There must be something in the water,
Cuz I'm the only one getting colder,

Please sing me a song, a numb, all the pain.
its hard for me to see, so show me I'm, worth the gain.
How do I win, if I'm always bound, to loose.
Why does it seem everybody's life, but mine, is on cruise.
I know I'm only blood and bones but, I just wanna feel more.
Everybody's life seems rich, while mine, seems poor.
This song is a very emotional song for me. Its expressing the pain/worry/anxiety I feel in a relationship. I'm scared to share my depression and struggles/pains to people in a relationship because my first serious relationship the girl broke up with me because I was "too depressed". This has effected me mentally for a long time, and I haven't known how to express it through normal words so I put it into music. -LoveCrying
Camden Crouch Sep 2019
Goodbye old me,
See you tomorrow for another day I don't feel free,
But you see.

I'll forget about all that is bad;
Just for now, cuz right in this moment I don't feel sad,
This will be a constant reminder.

Of the one who came to me, and broke open my cell;
And now I need not be afraid of hell,
Because the angels  of heave ring my bell.

Singing for me, I am the prodigal son;
I am the one that loved the bad and clung,
But the God above gave his only one.

I'm now a new creature,
And the fear of no eternal life is irrelevant,
Don't let me be your preacher.

Search for the better One;
The one spelled with a capitol "H"
He doesn't need a stage.

So do not cheer out my name, and what I have to say;
But listen to what the lyrics have to tell,
And always look forward to the next day.

Leave this session of hope knowing that the sun does rise;
God does indeed hear your cries;
Listen closely, cuz it doesn't come through sound, but words On lines, and lets be ready for the One and only, His divines.

LoveCrying,
This is one of my many song I plan to release in the future. Goodbye Old Me is a declaration, simply saying that I am letting go of my depression and pain and handing them to God. Most of my music is sang, but I found it made more of an impact in my head if I rapped it or performed it as spoken word.  in stanza 4 I am explicitly telling the readers/listeners, "I don't want you to worship me or my music, I don't want you to look at me as this awesome person, I'm not, I actually quite **** (or is that just my broken brain talking). My music is made for me to use as an outlet and for others to relate to and resonate with.
Camden Crouch Sep 2019
Goodbye old me,
See you tomorrow for another day I don't feel free,
But you see.

I'll forget about all that is bad;
Just for now, cuz right in this moment I don't feel sad,
This will be a constant reminder.

Of the one who came to me, and broke open my cell;
And now I need not be afraid of hell,
Because the angels  of heave ring my bell.

Singing for me, I am the prodigal son;
I am the one that loved the bad and clung,
But the God above gave his only one.

I'm now a new creature,
And the fear of no eternal life is irrelevant,
Don't let me be your preacher.

Search for the better One;
The one spelled with a capitol "H"
He doesn't need a stage.

So do not cheer out my name, and what I have to say;
But listen to what the lyrics have to tell,
And always look forward to the next day.

Leave this session of hope knowing that the sun does rise;
God does indeed hear your cries;
Listen closely, cuz it doesn't come through sound, but words On lines, and lets be ready for the One and only, His divines.

LoveCrying,
This is one of my many song I plan to release in the future. Goodbye Old Me is a declaration, simply saying that I am letting go of my depression and pain and handing them to God. Most of my music is sang, but I found it made more of an impact in my head if I rapped it or performed it as spoken word.  in stanza 4 I am explicitly telling the readers/listeners, "I don't want you to worship me or my music, I don't want you to look at me as this awesome person, I'm not, I actually quite **** (or is that just my broken brain talking). My music is made for me to use as an outlet and for others to relate to and resonate with.
Camden Crouch Sep 2019
I, woke up and I notice
That my eyes were pealed just right,
I noticed, that the sun was still bright
And I noticed, that it’s still night.

I continued down the stairs to fix my hair,
I SAT IN MY CHAIR! Sorry,
Are the rhymes coming too quickly to our minds?
Oh dear, I did it again and I’m starting to grin
IM SORRY!... Okay so,

This is no “Dr. Sues”
I have started to carry a noose
Is my mind too bland to come up
With a mand-atory way to say
That I am just not okay.
Sincerely, H

So, let’s get this straight
I know that you know that I hate
Who I am, I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again,
I’m refusing to hear everything that I see
I know I shouldn’t but I feel free, let’s begin.
I’m bleeding from my mind and my eyes, I have to grind
The time and make everything right but in fact,

I’ve ruined my sight, the light is leaving, my mind is screaming,
That time is grieving, I’ve tried to stop breathing, because the day is seizing.

So, a day to me is not a day to you, the clip of a pen has run me through and through.
So, a clip of a pen to me is not a clip of pen to you.
Sincerely, 8

These lyrics, they probably blew right over your head,
These lyrics make me remember when I wished to feel the lead,
I wish there was a way for me to say, “maybe instead…”
I can feel the metal
This song is senta-mental
Did you catch it? “mental”
My head has just been bent a little,
Why can’t my feels find a place to settle?
I have too much to express to sing
So I’ll bring it into this format of rap
I feel like my lyrics are useless crap
But in fact they uplift my mind, depression can be upbeat
It’s just a matter of will you change the way you sing and move your feet
Will you take the leap?!

So, get the heck on the stage!
And get out of the crowd!
Don’t be the one to say I wish!
Be the one that makes others Proud!
I’m not mad, I’m just passionate
That we are always pass’n it

I’ve ruined my sight, the light is leaving, my mind is screaming,
That time is grieving, I’ve tried to stop breathing, because the day is seizing.

We have all questioned our reason to breath
But can we all please just stop and cleave
I don’t know if it makes me weak but I don’t wanna leave,
Not yet, my time has been set, and it’s not up to me to make that bet.
Not a bet of money but a bet of heart beats, our heart beats better,
When we take the time to talk about or tattered tears,
That drip down the dotted lines designed for our face,
I know I’m asking for a big change of pace, but we need it
Cuz we keep tripping over our metaphorical shoe lace
Take your time it’s not a race.

I’m sorry to end on a low note
But I’m feeling a clenched throat
And if you feel what I feel don’t take the time to gloat
Because,

We’ve ruined our sight, the light is leaving, our minds are screaming,
That time is grieving, we’ve tried to stop breathing, because the day is seizing.
This song I have only ever read three time and the third time was two days ago. This song has some of my deepest metaphors. One of my biggest metaphors is bleeding through our eye, it referring to what we allow ourselves to see will bleed through the way we compose ourselves and the way we present ourselves. The metaphor that talks about bleeding through our mind is basically the same as bleeding through our eye, what we allow ourselves to focus on (depression, suicidal thoughts, self hate) if we allow ourselves to focus on that we will show it.

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