sharpened pencil to the paper
scratches of graphite and tears
i want melody, rhythm, and a beat
to fill the lonely night
i want to scream them out
saying
i made this
i want lyrics that flow smoothly
reverberating in your soul
with just that one line
that everybody knows
means the world
but upon careful reflection
these words cant happen
i dont know the words that saved me
because im not quite there yet
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:40 AM UTC
sharpened pencil to the paper
scratches of graphite and tears
i want melody, rhythm, and a beat
to fill the lonely night
i want to scream them out
saying
i made this
i want lyrics that flow smoothly
reverberating in your soul
with just that one line
that everybody knows
means the world
but upon careful reflection
these words cant happen
i dont know the words that saved me
because im not quite there yet
