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This is a song I've written, i've written music for it, and its largely based around a violin (well.. synth keyboard effects >_> i can't play a violin) Its about 6 and a half minutes long and as soon as i put the words and music together, they fitted perfectly without me having to change a thing. So, This is my song and I hope you all enjoy it.
Irrational Thoughts from a Reasonable Mind.
This irrational illness
Irrational disease,
Is smothering me softly,
Like a velvet dream,
Sleeping so calmly
But a nightmare inside,
I've woken up before,
I don't want to this time.
My dreams never end
But i begged them to begin
I can't face another long night
Tell me why i should?
Selfishness is sleepyness
Twisted like my mind,
They become the same thing
Cosy eroding my mind
Could you open me up
cause i know that i can't,
theres blood on the walls,
and its fresh on my fingers,
its so deep, but so empty
Its just like me
Its stupid and its pointless
but you need it to live
Because so what i'm different?
so what if i'm not?
Its the same to me
Its the thought that counts
My dreams never came true
My nights are too long
Its tearing my mind
because i can't keep this up
My mind is shaking
Up and down to the point
Where misery and lonelyness
Are normal for me,
I was never really happy
Or thrilled to be alive,
But during the day tme,
You made me glad i survived,
When you leave me,
Every night in to bliss,
Of your happy reality,
I'm in my hopelessness,
I wish you would think of me
Just once in your life,
If you want me to smile,
then why not be gentle
And i can't wait to kill you
So you can haunt my mind
like a miserable winter
Where everyone smiles,
Because they've got what I want
They've got what i don't,
And the snow is a murderer
Of who i once was.
Why can't i be a myrter
Of a heart that is pure,
I want to hold you in my arms,
And let you be the cure,
Of my miserable ilness,
My velvet dreams,
My tainted vision,
Of what love means.
Love means i'm miserable
And love means i'm sane
Love cannot make up to me,
All of the pain,
Of a lonely heart beating,
All on its own
To live up to the drama,
It once thought was its own,
This songs for happiness.
This songs for peace,
This songs my own so i can't ever dream,
Your thoughts are not necessary,
My thoughts aren't my own,
They're my irrational illness
My Irrational disease,
They smother me softly,
Like a velvet dream,
I Sleep so calmly
With nightmares inside,
I've woken up before,
I don't want to this time.
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