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Never Good Enough
used to see in black and white
now i see red
no one remembers
anything i said
and the rain is falling harder on my head
lucky right now i don't mind getting wet
wish i could say
in time it will be better
it's getting to where now
it's now or never
if only i could see her number on the phone
i'd understand if you said come back, come home
(chorus)
tell me i'm not good enough to have you
i'll take my heart and break it in two
if only i could get enough
if i could stop falling in love
be happy
i could be
living's hard when
life is like a movie
watching people
slowly walk around me
then they hurry by without a second glance
i wonder if they've ever had a second chance
(chorus)
if only i could learn to trust
i'd fall asleep, fall out of love
be happy
i could be
(chorus)
if only she could learn to love
i'd close my eyes, have enough
be happy
we should be
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Last few words:
first song i wrote to guitar. i was in a bad spot when i thought of it.
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somewhere in the middle of the mountains
Favorite Poets
life.
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wesley snow
Fri, 2011-12-09 12:57
The first section is very good poetry.
The rest not so much. However, I understand bad places and the cathartic effect of poetry writing. I also know that poetry that doesn't sit as well on the page can come to life in a melody. The very first stanza is a good as it gets.
"Good thing I don't mind getting wet."
Ripping good form, eh?
wesley
W. H. Snow
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley
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