#songwriting
Verse1
I did a juice cleanse the week you went cold
Felt holy, felt haunted, felt thirty-three years old
Kept waiting for hunger but all I felt was rage
Posted poems about birds while I rotted offstage
Lit sage in the kitchen, wore pearls in the bath
Pretended that healing could change what we had
Went dancing on rooftops, then puked in the sink,
then stared in the mirror and tried not to think.
Pre-chorus1
They’ll say I was crazy, dramatic, obsessed
But they didn’t see what you did in that text
Chorus1:
I would’ve stayed through the plot twists and power cuts
Learned your silence, memorized your worst months
Now I sleep like a crime scene, replaying the call
Where you almost said “love you,” then said nothing at all
You said, “Don’t write about me”—I already did
In lipstick and blood and the back of my ribs
You were never safe, but you felt like home
And I’d still pick the lock if I thought you were alone
Verse2
He said, “Don’t cry,” as he pulled off my shirt
And I laughed like that wasn’t the worst part
He said, “You like it when I ruin things”
I said, “Only because you started with me.”
I knew it was bad when I liked how you lie
How your mouth made disasters sound holy and high
You said I romanticize pain till it purrs
I said, “You keep calling it love like it’s yours”
Prechorus2
You said I’m intense—like it wasn’t projection
Like I didn’t watch you detonate every connection
Bridge
You said you were broken, so I stayed and I sewed
You said you were scared, so I softened my glow
We were talking about movies, then death, then dreams
Then you said, “I think love just isn’t for me”
You told me I’m bright, then dimmed all the lights
Called me your mirror, then shattered the rights
Said I was heaven, then sent me to hell
And I still wrote it sweet just so you’d wish me well
Carved out your echo in bathroom tile
Kept praying you’d miss me, then smiled for a while
Still set all the clocks to your birthday at three,
Then swallowed a wish I forgot was for me.
CHORUS (FINAL)
I would’ve stayed through the fallout and frostbite
Sat through your silence like that made it right
Now I sleep like a witness, replaying the call
Where you almost said “love you,” then said nothing at all
You said, “Don’t write about me”—but look what you did
You live in the margins, the bloodstream, the script
You were never safe, but you felt like home
And I’d still pick the lock
Even knowing you're gone
Outro
I did a juice cleanse
And you never came back.
I never got better,
but I glow like I have.
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 8:06 AM UTC
Two times of the day
Two different realities
As I am awake the reality is good
As I sleep the reality is terrifying
Yin and yang
Sin and virtues
Evil v. good
As I see the evil
As I see the sinful
As I see the yin
I sea the worst of humanity
Human experiments
Torture
And bigotry
These are not just a reality
These are prophecies of
What will happen
If we don't learn for our past
A lesson that means the future
Of man kind
As I wake I see the good in humanity
The good
The virtue
And the yang
The kindness and caring
Never more
Never more
Never more
What will become of ....
Us
Will we live on and learn our lessons
Or will we learn the heard way again
The thought
Of racism
Homophobia
And sexism
Will
These **** us
For DNA don't mean ****
Religion is a philosophy
And gender is mind set!
So why the **** are we at
Each others throats
Never more
Never more quoth the girl
Never more
As we fight we become zombies
Slaves to our hate
Slaves to insanity
What will become of be of late
Sin
Yin
Evil......
Never more
Quoth the girl
Never more.....
Good
Virtue
Yang
And life
These are the things we need
To obsess about
Not the negative!
Never more
Quoth the girl
Never more
Never more
Can we forget the past
Or will we risk reliving it!
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
You are not the main projects
Of the creator sorry to say
But I ******* hate you
Though you make good reading material
Still I say proudly
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
As I will clean not just for money
I clean to give you a up yours
You little thinks
Are just thoughts
As I am coming for you every
Wednesday
Your existence is unacceptable
But your beauty is acceptable
That I still have to say
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
As I hated you for the longest of
Times and times again
This is my angry song
This is I cannot give blood song
But **** I am still living
You comb mfers
Can't destroy me
So I say in anger
As I spray in your face
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
As I despies you
As I spy my favourite book
In my usual nook
I sound like a loud mouthed shuck
But this has to be
Said
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
I will live my ******* life
Weather you ******* will like it or not
You will not last long with me
I am the mother ******* lemon
And I eat them too!
Watch out
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
Why don't you have a lemonade
Instead of haterade!
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
Miss me did you
Miss me do you
Think about the things that
Are going through
My mind too
You
All the kisses and conversations
Wel will have together as we
Enjoy the music, tv, or movie
What shall we talk about
When you come
When you come
This heart needs home improvement
This head needs home improvement
I wish I cool have
Room for you
But my exes are
Living in my head rent free
The must be trainable
But that I cannot say freely
Miss me did you
Miss me do you
To think that you were
Just a typical guy, boy!
I was ******* wrong
To thing that you were into sports
Only to see you are a misfit
Like me
Please be you for ***** sake
I am being me for ***** sake
Do not conform
Do not conform
As this is how they will get you
As I think of you my heart swelled
And my head inflated to the air off you
At the thought
of kissing you
Slightly passionately
As I never made a guy like you
Tattoos
Piercings
Don't ***** me over
As I had be hurt
But I am not Albert Einstein
So treat me gently for
I am a diamond not a hot star
I am a diamond not a hot star
I am a diamond not a star
I this night sky
Why should you be a star when you
Can be a diamond in the sky but
We are still there when the sun
Shines how I pine for your love
Miss me did you
Miss me do you
Miss me did you
Miss me do you
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 9:35 PM UTC
This I say that I must be
Hallucinating when I see you
At the library looking at me
Wanting to date me
But do you know I hate flirting
Though is not late , to say “yes”
To a punk rocker who is intelligent
To a punk rocker who is a eloquent
But I must be sure that you like **** bill
Movies as we grove to the music
This is what I want to say
As you look at me
Is a dead “yes”
To your question
As the leaves are
Falling
But I am falling in love with you
Before our first date ; I hate to admit
This but I do ; love your Mohawk
In makes you looking unique
Unique New York as I see you
But then as I was going to give you my
Number the librarian shushed me
I guess I have check the book out
Before I can check your personality
Out on our autumn date
As the leaves are falling
I am play ball
But this my question to you
Will you except a nerdy non-binary like me
Or will you worry
I am only human bea
But you can be humane
To my heart
And so ends the story of the first encounter
With the 5th kind ever happened
Wanna know more about our date please wait until
The next song!
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 9:31 PM UTC
and when i see you
with your new love as i pass by
the smile and the laugh
of a man that was once mine
maybe that's just how all of this
is supposed to be
I think of our life
and how special our love was
I worry no time can heal
the loss of what was once ours
I just pray to god that
you won't forget about me.
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 11:10 AM UTC
why does it seem as if everyone has left me?
my hands quiver as i verbalize these thoughts
and the sweat from my palms dampens the page --
my vulnerability has become difficult to manage,
despite my mind's intent to remain good-willed
and my heart's discontent with the language misunderstood
friendship does not require ideological consistency,
and to believe otherwise is a detriment to the love
we are fortunate enough to experience in this life;
intellectual supremacy equates to the patronizing rhetoric
embedded within the elitism of the morally superior --
your grim clouds turn our progressivism dull
i will say what i need to retain a friend,
but the judgment within is a grudge untouched,
a ghastly bruise that never seems to mend --
you do not get to determine the language i speak,
the words i weep, or the healing i seek
when a bond so potent is forgotten so easily
to question my morality is to question my identity,
and those who know are the ones to see me grow
as i flourish from the bounds of these restrictions
and inch my way upright, stronger than before,
disallowing my words to be misconstrued,
a prohibition of the trauma i continue to elude
a Leo is loyal like the lioness of a pride,
gnawing at the flesh of the ones who betray --
grudges maintained in the chill of the winter,
a midnight breeze toppled an unchanged core --
it is not a star, this dim light retreating above,
merely the fading memory of our platonic love.
Oct 12, 2023
Oct 12, 2023 at 2:12 PM UTC
Strum me like a string with the coarse tune of your laughter,
embrace me like the quill that you use to write with a paper.
as I lie awake; reminiscing the times we've had together,
a ticking time slowly pacing from one way to another;
a kiss from the wind; leaving one's heart lost in constant blunder.
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 10:11 PM UTC
Are you blind? Can you not see?
I do this **** without a thought
I do this **** so effort
Less - ly
Like an old man
sittin in his rockin chair
Sippin on some green - tea
Like I'm speedin down
The highway just free to be - me
Can you not see? Writings like an ***** and it functions like a heart - beat
Boom boom - strap your ***** in and find a comfy *** - seat
Boom boom - my writings all be formin when I'm walkin down the **** street
Boom boom - Ima be lol'in as my fans line up - boom boom - for a meet n greet.
Do you finally - see?
Its like a mean grean hulkish transformation Ima straight beast.
I be smashing competition like
Michael Jordan - its a straight feast.
Hulk smash! Its a fine treat.
I be swishing all my buckets as they
All be kissin my - feet
It all comes without a thought and
Comes very natural- ly
like a virus - coursing through my veins like a musical dis - sease
Ima sneeze... Achoo!
And pass it onto others - as much as I - please. ***** freeze!
Ima infect the world with my
Musical. - ******
Now that I've laid my piece
While sippin on some green tea
While ridin so free
I hope you finally - see -
Ima straight beast.
Peace!
😂
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
Work the bread and the butter to the bone,
Let it penetrate your pores,
Become your very blood,
A part of your soul,
Emerge a hero of your own.
Because if you’re not then who?
Who,
Who,
Who, who will be your own?
A true part of your heart.
Work the bread and butter to the bone,
Be the magic you speak of so,
Have it become your flesh and core,
The vital part of your all,
Emerge victorious on your own.
Because if you’re not then who?
Who,
Who,
Who, who will be your own but you,
Who will be the fuel but you,
Who will have the power but you?
Don’t lie to the single being who is a must for you to have a life,
for you to have it all,
Emerge a…
Emerge vic..
Emerge a…
Emerge vic…
You know thyself too well to lie.
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
There I was, Standing there
On the empty corner street
I gave you love, But you went and through it all away
I've had enough, I'm out of luck
Ever since the day I heard you leave
I gave you trust, But you said it wasn't good enough for me
Now I know, You're not the one for me
But here I am standing at the corner of Franklin Ave
I won't take long, I don;t have too much to say
I gave you love, I gave you trust
So, Why'd you have to go and throw it all away
It's over now, But please don't walk away
I'm out of luck, I gave you love
Was it not good enough, I gave you trust
Where'd you draw the line
It's over now, but baby you could stay
Just please don't walk away
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 10:05 PM UTC
We’re all a little lost until we lose ourselves
And we’re a little nervous.
Until we have something to be nervous about.
And we’re all a little numb.
Too afraid to feel.
And we’re all a little nervous.
Until we have something to be nervous about.
Up goes the shield.
And on spins the wheel
And spins goes the wheel.
This is something we have to feel
So up goes my shield
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 2:23 AM UTC
Self destructive, the way I always lived
can't take care of myself
I need somebody else
I'm not proud of the things I've done
I get drunk and I get stuck on having fun
its a curse and I'm sure I do it all
to avoid all the noise and how much I fall
but you believe in me
and its not at all hard to see
you are something else
you help me build a better version of myself
baby you made me, baby you saved me
I appreciate you, and all the little things you make sure I do
have no idea what you saw in me
you help me see who I'm meant to be
so I'll roll the dice, put my drink on ice
pretend I'm not a wreck
I get myself together, I'm not out of the game yet
Here we are it's pouring rain
I wait with baited breath
And fight the urge to choreograph
my delightful dance of death
hesitant to play again
because I always lose
but I cannot say no to you
so tell me, what's the use?
but you believe in me
and its not at all hard to see
you are something else
you help me build a better version of myself
baby you made me, baby you saved me
I appreciate you, and all the little things you make sure I do
have no idea what you saw in me
you help me see who I'm meant to be
so I'll roll the dice, put my drink on ice
pretend I'm not a wreck
I get myself together, I'm not out of the game yet
tell me, are you a gamblin' man?
or prudent with your bets
do you crown the middle ground
repay all your debts
maybe we could take the risk
50/50 go all in
because all I've ever wanted
is to someday, finally win
but you believe in me
and its not at all hard to see
you are something else
you help me build a better version of myself
baby you made me, baby you saved me
I appreciate you, and all the little things you make sure I do
have no idea what you saw in me
you help me see who I'm meant to be
so I'll roll the dice, put my drink on ice
pretend I'm not a wreck
I get myself together, I'm not out of the game yet
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 8:02 PM UTC
Safe and sound, boundless and ageless
Locked up in a cage, shackled and ageless.
Nit-picky fury, is the lash someone else’s or your own?
Words with no meaning, no colour, no sound
Words in a bottle in the ocean in the hope of being found.
It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive
To manage
To Cry
It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive
To Crave
To desire.
In consequence, how the story eventually ends
Long may the road be, savouring each detail along the edges.
Eager to please, you do as you prefer—as you wish.
Maddening is the cruelty, how a warrior should lack frailty
As if the Greek gods did not provide mistakes of their own.
It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive
To manage
To Cry
It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive
To Crave
To desire.
It’s just life, those things we say and do to survive
To manage
To Cry
It’s just life, the catastrophe, the identity, to survive
To Crave
To desire.
You’ll manage though you’ll cry
You’ll crave love, you’ll desire.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC
We’re too easy, aren’t we, too complicated, aren’t we?
Life is a disorganised show, aspire to it enjoy
as it progresses as a circle, round and round.
You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.
Right, we have to fight, aren’t you tired?
You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.
We’re obsessed, how troublesome, we’re the “best”, how troublesome.
I’ll die at the end of each night, to be reborn
As a saviour as an executioner—life’s too kind.
You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.
Right, we have to fight, aren’t you tired?
You’ll find a meaning friend; this is not the end
Not by a mile
A milestone, not even close.
You’ll have to understand, as I’ve by misunderstanding
You can find something beautiful even if you do not comprehend it.
You’ll have to understand, as I’ve by misunderstanding
Your perfection is not the only beauty on earth.
Right, we have to fight, aren’t you tired?
We have to fight our own battles, battle our wars, being a child was so beautiful.
We have to fight, but not ourselves.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 2:55 PM UTC
Years before, he was just some happy kid
That used to smile, showing his precious white teeth
Sold his smile to the depression, precocious as it is
Now, here is where his depressive story begins
“I don’t wanna breathe…” That’s what he told me
The more he said it, the more I wished it were just a dream
Even though I knew it, I knew he was saying the truth
I just couldn’t believe him, that was being too crude
Numbness in a world full of black and white
No colors, no happiness in his sight
Don’t you see it? Don’t you see it in his dead eyes?
He figured out he could never feel alright
He was the one who wished to be erased
So he would’ve never been born to be a disgrace
For him dying maybe meant going to a better place
Guess what? He desired being victim of a coup de grace
(Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate
Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight
Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain
Everyone, and everything were being his life’s bane
Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate
Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight
Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain
Everyone, and everything were being his life’s bane)
As he wrote the letter, he started to cry
“Don’t you worry”, he said, “it’s only your life”
Ended his letter, he grabbed his knife
Cut himself in his arm, writing “Goodbye”
Prepared everything before night came by
He took the rope and hung it real tight
He stood on the chair and looked up at the moon
Thought about everything his mind had already consumed
As he did this he was going out of the path
Just blinded by this uncontrollable internal wrath
Crying he is now taking his last breath
But he knows shortly he will finally be dead
As he kicks the chair he knows, now there’s no escape
But in his mind he has escaped from this **** race
“Now I won’t worry about being a waste of space”
And as he thought that, he had a smile on his face
(Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate
Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight
Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain
Everyone, and everything were being his life’s bane
Feeling empty of happiness, at the same time full of hate
Even though he was alive, he thought of himself as dead weight
Even with a sunshine, all he saw and felt was rain
Everyone, and everything were being his life’s bane)
Some hours later we burst open the door
We saw something hanging, looking down to the floor
His hands, from his nails wouldn’t stop pouring blood
How can we forget about everything we just saw?
As I opened the letter I started reading it with care
“If you read this, most probably I’ll be already dead
Thank you for everything, thank you because you cared
Now there’s no reason to be sad… Farewell”
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
Coffee, to be able to wake up
Pills so I can sleep
Cigarettes for the brutal anxiety
Alcohol for “fun”.
No,
No,
No,
No,
I only love you
These things are but *******
Our mouth a telephone
Our view of the world moving pictures
Our reason a radio
Our mother, our father a CPU.
No,
No,
No,
No,
I only love you
No,
No,
No,
No,
I only love you
These things are but *******
Though…
I’ll bleed
I’ll sweat
I’ll cry.
These things are but *******
I’ll bleed
I’ll sweat
I’ll cry.
These things are but *******
The whole world is but coke.
Capital,
Attire,
Art,
Pride.
These things are but coke
I love you so
I love you so.
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 6:20 AM UTC
Are you it, who kept, keeps calling wolf?
Wildly, blindly, a blind child may be
Who am I to say, who am I to blame
Are you it, who kept, keeps, calling wolf?
Throw the first rock; you’re stuck up
Glass castles tend to fall to pieces easier
Who are we together, we kept, we keep calling wolf.
Disagree, belief; your naked clothing
It is a piece of the puzzle, which is growing
Could it complicate me less, could it compliment me less?
As the pieces fall the heart calls
Animals, animals who keep calling wolf.
Are you everything you say, everything you do?
You’re missing out on a detail— you are you.
The thoughts; the desire; the faults; the fire
Is this you, you are you.
Are you everything you say, everything you do?
You’re missing out on a piece—you are you.
The thoughts; the desire; the faults; the fire
It this you, you are just you.
Kept, keeps calling wolf
Wolf,
Wolf,
Wolf,
Wolf.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
To change the world, if one can,
is to change the hearts of the mortal man.
It’s alright,
It’s alright
It’s alright.
To change the world, if one can,
Is to change the hearts of the mortal man.
Imagine just two, two lives,
colliding faster than the speed of light.
Imagine more, than simply two,
conflict is the child issued.
It’s alright,
It’s alright,
It’s alright.
Heart against heart, world against world—
Is there a difference?
Is there a cause?
It could all be a dream, a fantasy for just me—
Would I ever notice?
Would I ever bother?
It’s alright,
It’s alright,
It’s alright.
To change the world, if one can,
is to change the hearts of the mortal man.
No clear guidance for our cause,
it is meaningless, it all.
You are alone amongst thousands,
even in the arms of those you love.
It’s alright,
It’s alright,
It’s alright.
A war is a war; a man is a man—
a fruit on a tree that grows or will pass on.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
To make you smile, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
we will always remain to be one.
We’re those flowers,
those who need the world to burn,
to bloom.
We’re the highlight of mankind,
Moreover, its fall—
‘cause we’re on the wrong side of history.
Save me, save me,
to save yourself;
I’ll save you, I’ll save you,
to save myself.
To make you smile, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
we will remain to be one.
When the world crumbles,
you will have a hand in yours,
a hand that’ll never let go.
Let’s follow Icarus,
let’s fall as he did—
we will touch the sun and smile.
Find me, find me,
to find yourself;
I’ll find you, I’ll find you,
to find myself.
To make you smile it is anything but a
skinny love, it is anything but a
skinny love;
from stranger to stranger,
stranger to stranger.
Of this there is none,
from stranger to stranger,
stranger to stranger,
we will remain to be one.
We will remain to be one,
we will remain to be loved,
we will remain to one.
The things I do for your smile,
the things you do for mine.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
If you could talk to your younger self what would you say?
Would you laugh would you cry, dislike the same?
Love as you do or run away?
Tell her not worry, your world will change,
do not do not be afraid
do not do not be afraid
Tell her: you are enemies.
Tell him: you got to change.
If you could
If you could
If you could talk to your younger self, what would, say?
That sometimes, sometimes,
You must be hurt, to see
Be hurt, to see
Baby steps,
There’s so much, so much that you want to say
If you could see her
If you could see him
What would you do?
What would you do?
If you could, face him
If you could, face her
What would you do?
What would you do?
If you could
If you could
If you could talk to your younger self, what would say?
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
It is a new age, we need a new face—a single human soul.
To be the spitting image of our cause.
“Two loud claps.”
The old won’t do, the revolution calls—we choose between lesser of evils in us all.
This is it for humankind.
“Two loud claps.”
“Exhale”
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
“Exhale”
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
For forever, we will be hunting;
hunting the goodness, the self-justified cause.
A face that can be plastered on top of humanity; because it can never be ours.
Do you think, we can explain ourselves?
If the end of days has a judge can you explain your heart?
“Two loud claps.”
Whether or not we are right or wrong, if we’re weak or strong;
could we hand in hand ever show the thoughts we have?
“Two loud claps.”
“Exhale”
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
“Exhale”
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
For forever, we will be hunting;
hunting the goodness, the self-justified cause.
A face that can be plastered on top of humanity; because it can never be ours.
‘Cause it can never be ours,
‘cause it can never be ours.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC