A song I wrote today called The Truth Awaits...feedback? Constructive criticism
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only please? Part 1:
It’s funny how you never truly see until you open your eyes and look honestly.
Reality strikes when you’re not ready, when you’ve just begun to feel alright.
I thought I was finally getting somewhere but the path to take lay out of sight.
Bridge:
Emptiness; that familiar feeling I thought I had left behind.
Bitterness; that friend in times of trouble I always seem to find.
Jealousy; the way it takes me over I hate.
The truth awaits.
Chorus:
It all slipped straight through my fingers, I’d lost my grip before I even knew.
Another rung up the ladder is just another to fall down,
How can I swim when I feel as if I will drown?
I wrote my hopes and fears in inerasable ink,
I’d imagined it all before the ink had even dried.
And now all that’s left of that world has been pushed aside.
The craziest thing is that this is more honest than I’ve ever truly been.
Reassurance may ease the pain but it can’t change what I’ve done.
Rest of song:
I still wonder why I wasn’t chosen, why wasn’t I the one?
Something strange, a part inside me just won’t give in.
But I’ve got to give it up someday or face the blow within.
I’m sorry but you need to realise that you’ll never understand.
Don’t feel you have to cry for me or try to hold my hand.
It all slipped straight through my fingers, I’d lost my grip before I even knew.
Another rung up the ladder is just another to fall down,
How can I swim when I feel as if I will drown?
I wrote my hopes and fears in inerasable ink,
I’d imagined it all before the ink had even dried.
And now all that’s left of that world has been pushed aside.
You don’t realise how alone you are until nobody replies.
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