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Don't Call it a Comeback ('Cause it's not that serious)Dec 27 '10 (Updated Jan 12 '11) Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line ... Not at all what I planned on coming out when I sat down to try writing a song, like you'll read in the first couple lines, because of an itch I get from seeing people do it well but not specific enough to my life. What we got here isn't my answer to that bug, but I had a good time typing it all out so I'm not too worried about it. Alternate Title (Love/Hate Tradition): I’m sitting here in the middle thinking a couple things One, why do I think all these songs I hear sound like something written by me Second, If they’re from me how come they don’t fit where i'm at specifically Not that they aren’t doing a great job it’s just frustrating Like how frustrating it was that I could never sing So it would always be someone else living my words on stage, belting Guess I’ll have to pick up the pen again to fill in the gap This isn’t a rapper hopelessly addicted fighting his way back People swear on their word that I can write gold so I take them at that They ask me why I haven’t written in a while and I’m like well…. First of all, I’m not that lonely, unrequited love-addicted shell Second, I hate clichés so I wouldn’t know how to tell you my life’s doing swell And you haven’t heard from me in a while so I’ve got a lot to tell Sure my life’s got some noticeable cracks Liberty Bell But I’m not dependent on myself anymore, I escaped that living hell Nakedness is the most scarring part of crawling out of your shell But if you have the right comforter on the other side, you’ll survive the fracture I made a commitment that would change my whole life after That’s not what you hear most of the time from the pastor Thou shall and thou shalt not without any motivation There’s a twist in the system that I got untangled from Since when do I rhyme every single line? Who knows I’ll offer you my coat even if it means I’ll die of cold I’m back in the game but no one remembers me That’s fine let them get on their underestimating Except I’ve got nothing to prove and no one to impress Guess that’s something my ego hasn’t gotten yet I’m proud of the words I crafted but not of the things I thought What a waste of time Uselessness But I guess that’s how I was taught Now I can stand strong and even look you in the eye For better or the worse, I’m not that depressing way-too-nice guy I don’t know how I wrote half the stuff I did or where it come from But I remember every place I was sitting when I would finish writing a song and call it done I’m not as tense anymore ‘cause I don’t regret the past (Phil. 3:13) Not because I don’t think about it but because it is what it is and I can’t change that Honestly? I don’t want to, except for the pain that I’ve done All of it selfish, but I hope you believe my intentions weren’t before it begun I’ve got better goals and none of them are mine I got a mind meld and now all I’ve done is waste a lot of time When I post this, some people will get a random e-mail New author rating opinion notification or whatever those things say Well I remember I would check for those like every morning way back in the day Growing older makes you a lot busier but I'd rather be busy than bored Or so I say I show people my old stuff and ask them what they’re smirking at “This verb or that line…I didn’t know you could write like that” If I said I’m back I’d be lying ‘cause that would implying that I’m staying Reminded of my limits when I can’t function anymore before laying Down to sleep I don’t worry about praying to someone I don’t know for my soul to keep That’s already been taken care of Secretly, I always wanted someone to buy my lyrics off me and to take and sing em “They reminded me of this band” or “Sounded like their track” Well get ‘em on the phone and ask them if they want to make your comment fact A smirk on my face so you know I’m half-serious Who am I gonna customize ‘Strokes’ for? I’m still mad curious I’ve had this review swimming around in my head all week but to actually type it out? Too laborious I call it priorities while people who really know me might call it laziness I hear that my stuff was deep I think, ‘Not really’ Add enough adjectives to anything and it sounds dreamy Like your infinite, ocean-esque, glittery eyes sounds a lot more romantic than your eyes are cute sweetie It’s just what I do Unintentionally easy Been called a lot of things these past few weeks that I don’t want to be like My answer to truth and dare’s question what’s my favorite body part type? Eyes, the deep ones Only smirk if you like I’m going for the home run since I might not make it on sports center again Do you ever really lose friends if they were real to begin? I’d ask what you want to know if I had guarantee of a quick reply So I’ll just fill in some blanks for you myself, if that doesn’t imply pride Which it should because it’s the biggest battle I fight in this life A body divided against itself can’t stay healthy unless a coup is in the works Which it is, I’m the Clorox trying to purify my dirt The smell will make me doubt wanting to pour it all out But I know in the end it’ll be a sweet savor once I’ve run it out (2 Tim. 4) I’ma need more than Gatorade to get to this finish line Funny, spell check just capitalized that drink like it was something that mattered in my life You notice my writing style is a lot more relaxed these days? I don’t know many places I’ve gone where people beg me to stay And that’s cause I try not to leave places that mean the most I’m willing to give up a lot of myself to help others burning themselves grinding against the rope Sometimes they don’t know any better That’s their reality That’s why my life is nothing if it’s not pointing them to something That can soothe the burning and remind them of their chase for perfection deep inside Beneath the piles of burning rejection and smoldering hate The reek of compromise and taking advantage of people taking advantage never really dies If someone tells you it has, without medicine, guarantee that they lie “But you say you changed?” Let me introduce you to this one God Told you I’m no good with clichés but these ones saved my life  |
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