
A song I wrote whilst playing the piano. The tune is hard to guess, and a little different from what I usually write. The meaning is for you to guess. I wish I could show the tune but oh well, enjoy
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Words: 248 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-18-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2944505
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People waiting on that empty bus stop for a thing not come
People are waiting for their dreams to break but they just have not yet begun
And I don't know what to say other than to-
Can't just tell them that they're waiting for,
nothing~
nothing~ important~
in this world, lies we depend on, end on
How do I say this to you,
who looks at me like I
just slaughtered a whole town
of dreamed souls, children-
why can't you listen
I've been on that road before
You, I'm just trying to tell you that there's noting worth waiting for
~piano solo~
I sit next to you
an empty face an empty soul
Think to tell them, their waiting hours
That just that they wait for, good to come
Doesn't mean decided, it will-
A glimmer of light flashes down the tunnel
Spreading false hope in their dampened hearts
I wish to scream that it's only a glimpse of a lie
But the words stay drowned inside
I, I mean to tell you-
nothing~
nothing~ important~
in this world, lies we depend on, end on
How do I say this to you,
who looks at me like I
just slaughtered a whole town
of dreamed souls, children-
why can't you listen
I've been on that road before
You, I'm just trying to tell you that there's noting worth waiting for
~same piano solo~
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