I want a Guitar.

I want to play this one day in a Karaoke bar or something in front of allot of people. I feel like this is something that was from the Deepest part of me.

Guitar_2

Distraughten words get muffled by my own reflection,
as if my shadow has no better thing’s to do,
i sit aside my soul continuously vexing,
to try and see if i can make tomorrow new,

but how am i supposed to live with out you?
how am i supposed to live with out you?

Ripping out what’s inside i consider that’s it over,
only to be reminded that I’m such a fool,
allowing room for new thought’s to make me colder,
on the hottest day of June.

tell me’ how am i supposed to live with out you?
how am i supposed to live with out you?

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