Don't know what you want You seem So confused/ Argue when I'm Asked my opinion So I withhold the truth/ Say you just want A mans point of view?/ Well just ask What I want... Bet I'll point at you/ But here goes... My time is valuable... Ticking away Don't waste it... Cuz I Can't afford to/ Death is coming... And it's way Too lonely... to ignore you/ Don't smoke... But my IQ Is so high I'd tell you the number but only dogs can hear it.../ While being carried within the arms of a high jumper's spirit.../ ...Who holds Guinness's Record... ...and with minimal effort... Does just one step better Than any competitor near it/ I'm fearless.../ I'd fall in love with you From such a height I'd surely face death Upon impact With the surface/ Of words that are worthless Your touch gives me purpose Hope it's for me That you reserve it./ I'll leave that choice to you but I'm determined/ To be your number one Might sound overconfident But look at me... I know I deserve it./ I've earned it/ Built myself a bridge to get over you and I burned it/ started the fire with a bunch of old poems I wrote for lit class but never turned in/ All while waiting for my heart to be fixed by the girl of my dreams while I searched for her ....with my eyes wide open/ hoping... she would still accept me knowing I was broken/ The reality of her inexistence destroyed me/ So I gave up and cuddled... Under covers with my cell feeling recharged by its loyalty/
I mainly post these for proof of my dementia and also my dementophobia... but I'm sure I could help you sound like whoever you wanted... Pretty sure I have the technology somewhere around here...
Probably. I'll encourage you to find your own sound though... although there is a famous quote that says good artist copy and great artist steal.
Reasonably, and I appreciate the exegesis; you took notice. My intent was to exhibit the disparity and incongruity of past strained relationships with the typical trechly sentiments of a melodramatic bromide, while synchronously circumventing the ostentatious vernacular of a sesquipedalianist.
As you've said this before... and been wrong repeatedly.... I suppose being a cheap version of Pun is still better than being an expensive copy of you... Please remember this before you decide to procreate.