When writing gets creative, I'm like a native, It flows through my veins, in my body I've engraved it, Some might like it, others tend to hate it, Most tend to dismiss it or underestimate it, Shame you're only reading it and can't hear the music, Lyrical thoughts are rare for most and others they misuse it, Some are like a loveless parent to a child, they abuse it, My lyrics are explosive like a bomb, try defuse it, I'm gone, will write more later after football. Hi Ho Sheffield Wednesday!
Uh okay. This is the chorus and last verse to a song I'm working on with one of my friends. It's wonderfully angsty. I sit by the fire burning the time we wasted together It’s a shame this tattoo will last forever You better say goodbye to your friends as your leaving Because after all you're just a dead man breathing. I hope she was worth it But since you can’t take a hint You need to know I don’t have time for grieving Because you’re just a dead man breathing.