Young Writers Society

So, I went through this whole song thinking 'love song'
it's not. It's about a girl whose father is abusive, I guess. I'm still not sure. What baffles me is that I write about things I have NO idea about. I've never been abused. XD
It's bizare

as usual, thanks for reviews and likes, because I'm horrible at remembering to say thank you! It's not that I'm mean and don't appreciate them, I'm just.. *sigh* forgetful.

And if you like this song, as always there is probably another in the near future. All you have to do is follow this club and I'll post on there whenever I write something new that's a song. You can also keep up with my website *link on club*

http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/page.php?id=1458

~Drama


Verse 1:
Keeping quiet was never something I was very good at.
Keeping something hidden was never something I excelled at.

But now, when you’re looking at me with such certainty,
and you don’t seem to have a spark of doubt in your eyes.

and I find myself filled with such fear and longing,
I want to hide and never come out.

Chorus:
It’s not real, this feeling you’ve bound me in.
It’s a dream, a guilty pleasure dream
like chocolate to soothe the broken heart.
I can’t become the thing you want me to be,
the human with feelings that leave you whole and new.
And you don’t let the fear consume you,
but I do, I do.

Verse 2:
Tonight seems different, we’re not fighting.
Your words aren’t whispering insults in my ear.
The perfect item you wore, hiding your selfish lies.
You never loved me like you should have,
and you never held me like you could have,
and I know we’ll never be the thing you wore.

and I find myself filled with such fear and longing,
I want to hide and never come out.

CHORUS

Bridge:
You can’t hold out for as long as this,
expecting it to come out right.
It won’t, and you and I know it’s all a dream
a helpless missing dream.
Carried away on the winds of opportunity
and held fast by the dark chamber called your soul.

CHORUS

Ending:
We’ll never be the perfect item you wore,
but can you ask for more?
You can throw me away like an old rag doll,
but I’ll always be your daughter.
Loving daughter you wore.

First I have to say, I too write about things I have no idea about. Such as stories written from the point of view of someone with Autism, stories about men in pre-war Germany, and laments to people who have died. I think the reason is that if I wrote what I knew my stories would be about middle class music students.

Point is, you are clearly good at transplanting yourself in to other people's lives. The lyrics are really good. I like the theme of being the 'perfect item' it's really sad but beautiful. I honestly just want to hear this. Like the song I mean. I think I'd have more to say about it then the lyrics!

But I really like it. Good job